Her dark brown hair scattered along the bed and her hand hung slightly off the edge. The dark black corset hugged her waist snuggly.
Her nails where always painted bright, blood red. I never understood why, until I looked at them a little closer one night.
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Story Prompts
RandomStory prompts to use at your leisure ~ I suggest not directly using the prompt, but gaining inspiration from it. That way you don't end up with a similar story to someone else who used the same prompt! All I ask is that you tell me if you use the p...
