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this is a part in one of my stories:
The girl ran throw the wood as fast as she could. She had seen the smoke and went running back praying she would be there in time. At the edge of the wood that was near the village she stopped. It was gone, her home, her life, piles of ash blowing in the wind now. Some still stood but they where burnt and unfixable. Then they came, the tears. She tried to stop them but she couldn’t. Every breath hurt, every beat was on fire, her head boomed with thoughts, she couldn’t take it any more. She ran her fingers throw her hair and looked down at the ground. A river of tears flowed down her face as the storm came in. As the first rain starts to fall she couldn’t take it any more. She could hear them, on the wind, the screams and the cries as they killed every one and every thing she held dear. As she heard the footsteps of her sisters and friends running up she let out a scream and punched a tree. A flood of tears fall as the rain washes her memories away.
 Uryu · Sat Sep 25, 2004 @ 02:50am · 1 Comments |
