One. Two. Five.
Seven hours late, she crash-lands on the roof outside my window. I throw it open and drag her inside. She swallows a scream just enough to lower it to a dull shriek.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” I hiss. “Keep it down or my parents will wake up!”
I flick on the light and choke. Her skin is purple over the brown, her lips bloody, her wings look ghastly.
“Help me...”
Diana never asks for help. I start to clean her up, crying.
“Who... Why?”
“They found out.” She smiles a little. “You’re worth it.”
Seven hours late, she crash-lands on the roof outside my window. I throw it open and drag her inside. She swallows a scream just enough to lower it to a dull shriek.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” I hiss. “Keep it down or my parents will wake up!”
I flick on the light and choke. Her skin is purple over the brown, her lips bloody, her wings look ghastly.
“Help me...”
Diana never asks for help. I start to clean her up, crying.
“Who... Why?”
“They found out.” She smiles a little. “You’re worth it.”
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I don't like this one. At all. Not even a little bit. It's too short, too choppy, too void of detail. I could make this a much longer scene with no problem.
This prompt would work equally well for either girl, so I had someone else pick.
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