Saturday's Storyteller: "Don't go into the light."
by Belinda Roddie
Don't go into the light. At least, that's what she said. She preferred the dark - the shadows, like shawls about her shoulders. The sun burned her skin, caused boils and blisters to grow. She felt faint in anything but the glow of the moon.
She bathed herself in seaweed and saltwater; nothing soothed her skin better. And when she was done, she painted her body with starlight. Constellations wove themselves between her toes like wet spider webbing and stayed there overnight. And when her followers avoided the light, they became creepy crawlers, too.
This week's prompt was provided by Arden Roddie.
Don't go into the light. At least, that's what she said. She preferred the dark - the shadows, like shawls about her shoulders. The sun burned her skin, caused boils and blisters to grow. She felt faint in anything but the glow of the moon.
She bathed herself in seaweed and saltwater; nothing soothed her skin better. And when she was done, she painted her body with starlight. Constellations wove themselves between her toes like wet spider webbing and stayed there overnight. And when her followers avoided the light, they became creepy crawlers, too.
This week's prompt was provided by Arden Roddie.
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