The Witness

(this is just a little, very short piece of writing for a little story that's been forming in my head for years and has now turned a pretty distinct corner! I'm not a writer, I just dabble in it for fun...this is for my own amusement, but I thought that, since I don't use this blog much, I should post it here! enjoy.)


The rain on the window of the Venus-D shuttle shadowed the ancient cabinet cards in Luella Dobson's hands.
She gazed at a postmortem of a young man, his face drawn and flowers all around his head. She sighed softly and traded the photo for the one beneath it, the theme much happier than the last- a wedding portrait. The groom is the same man from the postmortem at an earlier time in his life.
She stared at the cheerful young bride next to him...she had lived hundreds of lives since then. She was the same person, yet...not at all the same anymore.
Soon, however, she hoped her quest would come to an end, and her 400 year old vengeance would finally be had. She'd gotten word that Mary Worsley was on Venus-D and her husband's vampiric, alien murderer was to be brought to justice by her hands.

Apologizes for the lack of updates

Not like there's really that many people that watch this blog, but still. I'd like to keep this up as a personal and fashion blog and see where it goes.

I'll try to post more often!