Bone queen

January 18, 2010
She sat upon a throne, of skulls and bone. Her purfume was poison gas. Her face, a cold mask. Her laugh sent icy chills down your back, her eyes were shiny pitch black. Her nails sharp as steel, and you're her next meal.  

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Egyptiangirl13 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
May 12, 2010 at 5:18 pm
Wow i can actual picture someone that you are describing-great job!!!
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