Cold white crystals coated the once grassy land. It was quiet all except for the occasional shrieking of the wind. The land looked like it hadn't been touched or played on in years. However, that wasn't true.
Nobody could see the young boys and girls walking about. Each one held no emotion in their eyes, nor in their face. Their clothes were dusted in snow and dirt from lying down as they died. Long and jagged cuts scarred their faces. Each held a rose drenched in blood in their hand.
They used to be full of life, but after they went into that forest and met her, their happiness was drained.
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The Blood-Filled Hourglass wattys2016
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