Redone Draft for Astral Plane

1; 1542, England

Rhode was young, and she was also dying. The nurse came back to caress the head of limp golden hair from Rhode's ghastly skin. With a steady, practiced hand the aged nurse pressed a wrinkled hand covered in a sweetly-scented silk handkerchief to the girl's mouth. It came away reddened with rust and anger, her life's blood rejecting her body entirely.

( I think I want to make this right. )

Another: Story

A/N: This is another side of Story for my NaNoWriMo2010. Before you ask -- no, I do not know where this is going, I'm running with it as I please. Nagant and Browning, you will see are more messed up than before. This isn't part of the official Story Canon. It will be utterly complete in itself, a (hopefully) 50,000 word draft.

Lucas, my 32gb iTouch wants me to fail, for he casts a sleepy spell each time I open the document to edit it...

Word Count: 1817
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Dark. Dank. Smells bad. These were the only thoughts to spring from her unconscious mind. The body was weak and much blood had spilled all over her white dress. The drugs were wearing off quickly--Lytonal had given them but a taste of that forbidden pleasure--and she was caught.

( You thought the other Story was messed up? )