Frankenstein by Mary Shelley

Saturday, June 20, 2020

Sponsor Me in the Clarion West Write-a-thon

Chad Schimke

Writing Sample stood on the cliff at the edge of her continent. Her gown flapped in the gentle breeze, air brushing her feet and legs. The Niharan sun hung low on the waterline, a rim of churning water, against a darkening blue sky. She inhaled the salty air through her nose, filling her lungs.

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