Walking alone on a rainy night, she is in no hurry. She prefers being alone in her own space.  She passes a dark pathway and, in the shadows, a pair of eyes glare at her. Beauty, elegance, and vulnerability are words that embed themselves in the mind behind the mysterious eyes devouring her every move. The clandestine figure leaps out at her, arms outstretched, hands ready to snatch the enchantress as she walks. At once, the rain freezes. With one quick swipe of her glistening blade, the threat is eliminated. The rain pours once more, and once more, she is alone and on the move.

This microfiction, upon which this type project is based, was written by Donte King in a creative writing character workshop with Meghan Ferrill.