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White RoomA soft light illuminated the room, banishing the darkness. Everything was white with only a small smudge in the center of the wall to indicate a door. The room shook with gusts of howling wind. Directly in the centre of the room was a mattress; nothing else populated the room. On the mattress there lay a thin white sheet, and a pillow was balanced precariously in the corner. Also on the mattress a small body lay half covered by the sheet, black hair that could be seen a harsh conflict with the blinding white of the room. Its eyes were closed, and a smile was upon its face. One hand dangled off the mattress, almostWhite Room
by ~FantasyStory
Stormy ClimbThe corpse-pale girl walked down the rocky, windy road toward the cliff. She shivered in her thin white dress as it started to rain down on the cold world below the clouds. Her long blue hair clung tightly to her drenched head, a few strands plastered to her face wet with salty tears. She gazed up at the water-splattered cliffs, before she lowered to head to start the climb. Her pale, bloody feet slid on the drenched rocks and she slammed against the jagged rocks before she could catch herself. When she rose, a small line of her red blood lingered on the rocks for a moment before being washed away by the freezing rain. SStormy Climb
by ~FantasyStory
Death's SorrowDeath is such sweet sorrow How shall we handle it? Do we weep? Or shall we be strong, and carry on? Will be become ghosts ourselves? Else will we recover our life? Tears should be shed, Faces should face forward, Life should move on.Death's Sorrow
For dwelling in the past brings only sadness.
by ~FantasyStory
Nature's WrathThe moon hung high in the sky, unnoticeable from the ground. Pure white snowflakes poured out of soft clouds. The snow, released from its parent’s embrace, blew every which way, dancing in irregular frenzied patterns. The trees bowed to the mighty wind, which sent pine needles and the recently shed leaves joining the air’s lighthearted dance. Snow gathered atop frozen grass, blanketing the world in an illusion of peacefulness with the first snowfall, a peace that was soon to be broken.Nature's Wrath
A single girl stepped forward onto the snow covered grass, ignoring the cold, her brown hair flying around her. Where she walked, the snow clu
by ~FantasyStory
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