I enjoy writing short stories. Here's one I came up with a while ago. It dosn't have a title.
She lay facing upwards. Her body cramped into the small space. She lay still. Silent. Frost lay on
her closed eyelids. No breath left her lips and no heart beat beneath her gown. Her dark black hair filled with ice crystals
and her right arm lay gently across her chest, clutching a single red rose; a reminder of the past. Her
other arm lay by her side and in her hand a letter, tied with red ribbon.
Twenty years ago she walked the Earth, yet every detail of her frozen beauty remained the same, trapped in
her icy tomb. Millions of unknown stars and planets, the eyes of the universe, watched her on her final journey as she
drifted through space. This was her dream that she never lived to see.
