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Sanctuary

The room was red, alive with liquid candlelight. A single window opened into a small courtyard and the scent of rosemary and lavender caressed the air. There was a full moon that night; silver wrapped itself around the golden glow, merging into silence, light and books. Old tomes, their wisdom gathered in layers of dust. Small books, leaking words in children’s voices. They spoke of adventures, of play and happiness. Others emanated evil, only held in check by their paper barriers. In the middle of the room a sofa, its blood color matching the walls.

There was no door, no way out… no way in…

And that was all she needed. Unable to hold on to reality, her fragile mind let go and fled to the only place she longed to be. Curled up on the couch, she read and read, her body forgotten.

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Writing101badgeI wrote this for Writing 101: A Room with a View. “We’re all drawn to certain places. If you had the power to get somewhere — anywhere — where would you go right now? For your twist, focus on building a setting description.” 

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Blogger who loves her camera. No lady, but all woman. Caretaker of lads, cats, dungeons & dragons. DuTchess. V-man's biker witch.

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