100 word challenge

Entering my room I laid on my bed a cold shiver ran down my spine I looked at what I held in my

warm blooded hands. Petrified, I opened my hand and a freezing cold stone, it was no ordinary

stone it was white and grey it was cold, colder than an ice cube, the material felt like a smooth

pearl. I had never seen a thing like this in my whole life I threw it on the floor five hundred times,

and it never broke. It slipped out my hands, what is this thing were did it come from...  

by Eden Fajardo