Words Written: 2,281
Words Total: 6,334
Music: The Born King by Daniel Pemberton
Fave Passage:
A dress that looked made of molten gold clung to her body, her dark hair pooling on the armrest where she rested her head on her bent arm. She was too bright, too beautiful. She was life and death and the last moment of brilliance before the sun sank below the mountains that stood in the north.
Nails, long and sharp and painted black, tapped against a pale, pale cheek. The Goddess of the Sun was sitting in the room, mere feet away from me.
And she was smiling as though she had just won a prize.
Happy Writing!
Jasmine
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