Weekend Writing Warriors: ??? (Mystery Project)
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I wrote this last night. Not sure what project it will be tied to yet, but I think I like it…
Sometimes, after sunset, you can hear the voices.
The sky is slate grey, littered with clouds the color of rust. Icy wind blows in from the west, bringing with it the hard snow, the kind that crusts to the ground like a scab and makes driving all but impossible unless you have a death wish, or absolutely no clue what it is you’re getting yourself into when you go out on the roads. You smell glaciers in the air, the pungent scent of burning ice and old rock.
You can’t see the courtyard from the window, but you know the body is there, hidden in the shadows and turning blue with frost.
Just like the voices told you.
You wish they’d just leave you alone. But they aren’t going to: they’re your burden to bear.
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