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Snow Blackened.
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Snow Blackened. |
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Goldenrose Member Elite
since 2003-05-30
Posts 3665
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He stood in the snow, a tear running down his cheek froze in mid flow, the black tree watched. Falling dark and silent the snow picked up pace. How could he be overcome by the beauty of snow? Blacker than it had ever looked, ironically by being soaked by white snow, the tree with it's twisted branches was silent. He felt it watching him, playing tricks with the eyes it appeared dead, but was far from that, being dormant. He could have sworn he saw it's branch move to shake snow from it, or did the snow fall alone? Orange and pink, the sky glowed high above the tree's black bony bare branches. He crunched through the snow, standing closer to it now. Fissures in it's bark opened as his shadow fell onto it's trunk, inside he saw it, deep red, liquified and running throughout.... The supreme happiness in life is the conviction that we are loved. Victor Hugo. |
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Purity Senior Member
since 2001-11-20
Posts 526Once Upon, USA |
Poignant and intriguing! Your attention to poetic detail really draws the reader into the scene, making them a part of the scene. And we see as the man sees. Very good write! Lose one friend... Lose all friends... Lose Yourself... |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
Phil? a gate to . . . hmm? the start of a good fantasy write? *smiling* |
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