There in the woods he stood standing. Looking down at his wife's lifeless body. Her skin icy blue. The once warm flowing blood running through her veins, now cold and frozen. The snow slowly falling down laying a fresh white blanket of snow on the ground. Her crimson red blood soaking the ground. Around her neck lay two bloody hand prints along with multiple stab wounds all over. He cried out into the empty wood. He stood there weeping over the loss of his wife. He slowly sunk to his knees sobbing. He clutched on to his wife for dear life, praying this was all just a horrible nightmare. But no matter how hard he tried to wake himself up he couldn't because this was real, it was all real. He laid there in the snow with his wife all through that night and when morning came he was frozen too. Both lay there in the snow still and lifeless, while the fluffy white flakes slowly devoured their body's. They both lay in the woods till this day.
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Short StoryA bunch of short stories. This is mostly a book for stories that pop into my head that aren't long enough for its own book. Thanks to all my readers!
