The Woman Who Turned To Dust

The very sad short story of unrequited love.

This is the drawing The Illustrator and I have been working on since.. last month! It’s taken a lot of time because of the detail and getting the styling right, but we finished merely half an hour ago. I was so excited to put this up! I always think of this story as the beginning of my personal ‘style’ of writing and I’ve been told it’s the most creative piece I’ve written. But I’ll let you decide that for yourself!

There was a woman who fell in love. She fell in love with a gentleman who was rich in pocket but not in compassion.

 On their wedding day, she was as beautiful as a swan. Her heart pounded with adoration when she proclaimed to her love “I do!” On their wedding night, as she entered the chamber to see her husband, she found it to be empty. She searched for miles under the haunting twilight, but never found him. It was whispered that he had fled with another lady, taking his wife’s dowry and her heart.

 The woman in white returned to the house alone. Once handsome and grand, it now stood wild and unwanted. The woman, imprisoned within the bare walls, pined for the man she loved. She cried and cried for seven years. She cried so many tears she dried out. Her skin shed and fluttered to the faded carpet, her hair fell in wisps, and her blood had become nothing more than ash. Her bones crumbled and fell, like delicate snowflakes, to the floor and the woman was no more.


Author: paganpages

Writer of weird fiction, lover of coffee and stories with a twist.

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