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A story i made up,my cousins told me it was good.
The wind went up and down,swooshing at the girl,she was not blown into a whirlwind,but kept walking,she was alone without a companion but the cold wind,in a light plain dress,wherever she was she was,a dark feeling whooshed into her soul,and then out,she had given up her soul,her body pale as white,her hair black as cole,nothing but an empty shell, searching for her true calling,but then,the wind stopped,a sunshine brought itself out,the girl stopped,she then had her borrowed soul back,memories brought hope and a new life,she then continued walking,but back to where she started,where she was born,her soul was back.The end
Comment please,and thanks for reading my goofy story.^^
 Hanna Tulips · Mon Dec 11, 2006 @ 09:25pm · 0 Comments |
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