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Sara Bean

This is Saefeld. I wrote a short little story about her a little while ago... 'The wind whipped around her skirts as she stood on the edge of the cliff. The crashing surf beneath her called enticingly, and she thought about giving in for a moment. She shook her head as if to physically shake the thought from her mind. Still, it did look enticing...The one moment of weakness undid all her objections. She left her clothes lying on top of the bare rocks, piled haphazardly one on top of the other. Taking one look back down the almost invisible path she had walked, she shivered at the ferocity of the sea-wind. It seemed to coax her and goad her along-pushing her closer to the edge. It wanted her to hurry and finish what she had started. The wind raked cold fingers across bare skin and she ran over the sharp pebbles and leapt into the air. Arms spread and hair streaming behind her, she screamed as she realized what she had done. She curled into a ball as the wind and the sea laughed at her, taunting her for her rash decision. She fell faster, gaining speed and losing altitude, screaming for help. None came. With a fatal crack, she collided with a rock, her fragile body shattering. A groan escaped bloody lips as the foaming sea claimed her for its own. Standing atop the cliff, shimmering in and out of existence with each gust of wind, a man watched, a cruel smile twisting his thin lips. Enticing them to come to him was far too easy now, and he needed a challenge. A form appeared on the rocks beside him, shimmering as he did. 'Hello, my dear,' he said, taking her battered face in his hands. Her eyes empty, she stared through him, and reached for the sea...' This pose is when she is at the top of the cliff, debating whether or not to jump... Very proud of how the cloth came out. Usually it doesn't resemble cloth...

Published More than a year ago

Category Fantasy

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