enigma1376
I feel the cold marble under my cheek. Even my blood flowing across the smooth surface was thickening quickly. It's funny the things you think about in your last moments.
The orchestra crashed and rolled like waves against the cliff. The flutes and viols softly calling the tide back to the sea before the bass and brass pushed it smashing into the rocks with the spray like the echoes of the percussion.
He struck the hot iron with the hammer watching the sparks fly around the room.
His birth was astonishing, if only to himself. Abruptly he was ejected into the cold bright light. The sharpness caused him to cry out in surprise.