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    The black clouds assembled above the harbour before infiltrating the sky above the beach. A sense of oppression grew with every second. Jenny looked back at the beach. pausing and wondering why she felt afraid. She stood barefoot in the warm sand and sighed. She had been here many times but this time was different. something was wrong . She looked back at the empty beach aghast. Her footprints were gone she had left no tracks. Looking down at her feet she started to panic, the warm dry sand was sticking to her feet and her ankles slowl,y creeping up her legs as though she pulled her socks up. She felt it move between her toes and ran in panic into the sea using the waves to wash it off.As she steps into the water fish start to writhe within it creating a furious turmoil aroumd her legs wrapping themselves around her its cold making her shiver. She looks to the heavens but there is no answer as she screams. Her terror prompting her to attack the sea creatures ripping some off, hurling them away, stunned to find it appears to be highly animated seaweed. She struggles to the beach breathing ragged but sweat drenching her for the sheer effort of escape. The beach now covered in the sea weed but there seems to be a path through the middle. Jennifer emerges running following the path towards the cliff. An opening ahead of her, a cave she has never seen before .


    She hesitates but the seaweed rises and charges toward her from all but one direction. Against her better judgement she enters the cave and keeps running along a tunnel that goes down into the dark. The last vestiges of light left behind she slows to a walk approaching a chamber relieved as sees another human. A man but as she approaches he smiles and it stops her in her tracks. The smile hangs from its face as though a broken mask. An expression worn but as makeup. A facisimile of a man. Standing frozen in the darkness too terrified to run. Starring at the impossibility in front of her she screwed her eyes shut and felt its amused smile in her head mocking her..She stands frozen as it examines herfrom the inside her arteries, veins flesh even her sinews provide no barrier.She feels heat and cld simultaneously before painwracks her body every nerve ending screams and then every muscle twitches as her mind can only watch the puppet show even though she can't see the strings.There is no malice just invasion. Examination but no consideration. Haunted, possessed,trapped. It is in her mind and she tells it everything and hides nothing as she remenbers her birth seeing what it sees. Learning what she doesn't want to know, feeling humiliations she has ignored, her essence of self unravelling. Jennifer or the woman who was formerly Jennifer has if nothing else, retained her own scream.
    Last edited by Parkinsonspoet; 09-15-2017, 01:27 PM.

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    A photo or photograph is a picture made by light falling on a light-touchy surface, generally photographic film or an electronic medium, for example, a CCD or a CMOS chip. Most photos are made utilizing a camera, which utilizes a focal point to center the scene's unmistakable wavelengths of light into a proliferation of what the human eye would see. The procedure and routine with regards to making photos is called photography.

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    • #3
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      • #4
        This photo is truly inspising. Simpe and clear

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