Please read this, it would mean a
bunch!
Darkness reigned in the forest, falling in
sheaths of abyssal, nebulatic shadows that danced across the
ground. A weak, shimmering moon sent tendrils of light to combat
the blackness, but fell easy prey to looming trees and snow-laden
boughs. The result was an accumulative mosaic of pure darkness and
lighter shades of grey-zones; That is, nothing, and barely
something, shocked in stark contrast to each other in the lilting
silence of the wood. Snow, crystalline specks of ice melded
together to form a crisp boundary over the foliaged floor, cast
itself aimlessly over the land, laying about the horizon until it
was lost from view. It too was shown in nothing, or a bit of
something, a shade removed from zero to almost a fractional ascent.
So was the setting of our story, a darkened wood on a moon-kissed
night, clad in a sharp cloak of snow, lying in wait for the
adventure to come.
The
quiet crackle of the ice bit into the silence of the night like a
fanged beast, filling the void with the sound of the breaking
snow-cap. At this time the frosty glitter of falling snow began
anew with a vengeance, carpeting the wood with soft water-freeze
and muffling even the active crackle of the ice. And the source of
the sound emanated from two sure, cloth-bound feet, caressing the
fragile cloak of ice with feathery weight, leaving not a loud
crunch but the quiet, soft trail of slightly indented, cracked ice
chips. It was a girl, then, in the night-adorned wood, but by no
means an ordinary girl. Her eyes were drawn back in the shape of
almonds, deep, intelligent brown. However, the lack of ignorance
was protected by a painfully challenging glitter in the depths of
frozen chocolate color; A sharp, victorious look that boded no
softening of true pain, no allowances for a soft, innocent child.
For she had never been such a child, born and raised in the frosty
silence of the wood, alone in the shifting myriad of something and
nothing, quick as a shadow passing over the watery
moon.
She
was silent as the snowflakes settling on their icy sisters,
sure-footed and agile; lithe in the cold, bladed night. Dark hair,
never as sure of its color as the forest floor of its being, was a
layering of brown- or black? Golden soft, or sharp-edged dark? It
had no ordinary preference, though it remained reminiscent of her
surroundings, like a black star in an inky sky, perfectly still
against a matching backdrop. Her skin was pale as the snow, and
just so- for her silken tones further covered her dapple of
camouflage, spinning her closer to the rich, dark shades of the
wood.
This is called, "The Storm Opened its Jaws
and Carressed the Earth with Watery Fangs..."
Tell me how you like it? :)
Please read this, it would mean a bunch! Darkness reigned in
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liveitupkeeplaughing · 1 decade ago
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ohhmygod...that is amazing. i have so rarely seen stories this well-written or well-developed or suspenseful on witty. or really anyone this age. And somehow, it makes me think of Tolkien. This is amazing, gurrhl. absolutely and utterly beautiful. I was literally blown away, hunny it's simply a work of art. < 33