FrozenWhisper
14-10-2006, 07:05 PM
Unfinished
Started it just about an hour ago. Rate out of 10 C&C ect
The soft cold wind whipped around the empty town, a single leaf rose from a browning pile. A single lonely figure watched it rise and fall. Rise and fall. Rise and fall. This lonely figure was spread out on a damp bench. Her breath was long and deep, her eyes foucsing on nothing. She sighed and shifted her legs slightly. Looked at the moon, as bright as the sun giving it the light. She let a smile cross her lips. She once again moved her legs, streching them out to the side of her. You may wonder what this girl is doing out. That maybe it's not safe for her. But this girl knew. Nothing crossed her, Ethel Drown, and lived.
Ethel gripped her cloak round herself. It was a cold, frost bitten, night and she felt herself shiver. She ruffled her long, thick, black hair. Her ice blue eyes looked around, before foucsing on nothing again. Her skin was natural pale, but the night turn it snow white. She was beautiful, in her own way. Beautiful but deadly. Anyone who ever meet,or even just saw her had to agree, there was something unnatural about that girl. The way she glides along, the paleness of her skin, or maybe just the feel she gives off. Yet, they don't know how right they are.
Ethel jump up from her dreamy state at the sound of advancing footsteps. A pair of footsteps. Ethel sensed a girl, and a boy. As the pair grew closer she relised they where the same ages, and seemed to be a couple. Ethel hid in the shadow cast by the big musuem next to the park. She looked longingly at the couple, then turn to face the shadows and stood up. She took one last look, at the boy, the girl and then the shadow. She sighed and jumped off thebench. Before retiring for the night to her home.
Started it just about an hour ago. Rate out of 10 C&C ect
The soft cold wind whipped around the empty town, a single leaf rose from a browning pile. A single lonely figure watched it rise and fall. Rise and fall. Rise and fall. This lonely figure was spread out on a damp bench. Her breath was long and deep, her eyes foucsing on nothing. She sighed and shifted her legs slightly. Looked at the moon, as bright as the sun giving it the light. She let a smile cross her lips. She once again moved her legs, streching them out to the side of her. You may wonder what this girl is doing out. That maybe it's not safe for her. But this girl knew. Nothing crossed her, Ethel Drown, and lived.
Ethel gripped her cloak round herself. It was a cold, frost bitten, night and she felt herself shiver. She ruffled her long, thick, black hair. Her ice blue eyes looked around, before foucsing on nothing again. Her skin was natural pale, but the night turn it snow white. She was beautiful, in her own way. Beautiful but deadly. Anyone who ever meet,or even just saw her had to agree, there was something unnatural about that girl. The way she glides along, the paleness of her skin, or maybe just the feel she gives off. Yet, they don't know how right they are.
Ethel jump up from her dreamy state at the sound of advancing footsteps. A pair of footsteps. Ethel sensed a girl, and a boy. As the pair grew closer she relised they where the same ages, and seemed to be a couple. Ethel hid in the shadow cast by the big musuem next to the park. She looked longingly at the couple, then turn to face the shadows and stood up. She took one last look, at the boy, the girl and then the shadow. She sighed and jumped off thebench. Before retiring for the night to her home.