"Beneath the Known" Part 1I waited. Waited for a sign, a smidge of inspiration. Nothing. All that came to mind was the peace of my oddly beautiful surroundings. Mary Shelley's weathered gray tomb, a fresh bouquet of white lilies and blood red roses, and chilling fog eerily replacing the setting English sun. I lifted my relative's aged journal and held it close,"Beneath the Known" Part 1 by ~MysticRapunzel
"What was I thinking Mary?" I whispered to my ancestors' final resting place, glancing periodically at my own empty notebook, "I'll never come up with anything".
All of a sudden large hands clamped onto my shoulders and I jumped in surprise.