A Single Flower

Wind pushed against the stones of the house. The speed making it howl through the trees. It's blustery endeavor failing against the sturdy house.Tall grass brushed against the windows, making a scratchy noise. Animals scampered off to find shelter, trudging against the wind. But as if they didn't even notice the wind.

A girl, no more than 17, blew into a fireplace.The coals glowing a bright amber with every expel of breath. Soon the parchment that lay in between the kindling caught on fire. Crackling very lightly, and catching the undersized pieces of wood a blaze. Slowly the girl stood up, her white dyed hair dangling by her sides. The orange glow from the fire making her persimmon and ash hilights pop out. The girl's eyes, the colour of coal, her eyes also held dull cries; making her seem lonely and sad.

The fire was big enough for more wood. Quickly, the girl threw a chunk of spruce in the blazing mess. It's flames immediately swarming over the rough wood. Sadly, the girl walked away from the fire, walking into a dimly lit room, that had a makeshift sink and stone cutting knives. She walked up to a small dirtied window, moving the drapes away. The dark plum coloured sky dulled with clouds. Wind still tried to push down the little stone house, though its efforts failing. She sighed and pulled away from the window; turning on the tap in the process. Some water bouncing up from hitting the cold metal, but the rest running down the drain. With ease, she bent down and opened a cupboard. The hinges softly creaking as she opened the walnut cupboards. Opening the cupboard revealed broken gauzy strands of cobwebs, hanging like ghostly shrouds. The girl sighed and slammed the dulled cupboard shut. Slowly, she waltzed over to a coat hanger; ripping a burgundy trench coat off of it. She roughly put it on, puffing off her breathe in annoyance. Then she pulled the oaken door open, just enough for her slim body to get through. The harsh blowing wind, whipped her hair brutally around. Rain poured rapidly from the heavens; creating massive puddles. Her footsteps grew faster with every step; but she kept it manageable, in case she slipped. Soon enough, hail started to fall, hitting the ground with great force. One hit the girl on the head, knocking her down to the ground. Mud splattered all around her, including herself. Dolefully, she picked herself up, tears threatened to fall down her pale cheeks. The umber slush now soaked her white clothes; making them a faded chestnut colour.

Wistfully, she trudged through the muck and showers of aqua. Her limbs started to grow cold, making her move slothfully. The rain seemed liked it pitied her, reluctantly pouring down on her. Though the wind seemed angry, fierce, and impassioned with rage. It nipped at her skin and howled through the night. Her soused sweater and skirt making it worse. Her fingertips turning blue; showing a result of frostbite. She began to shake uncontrollably, slowing her down even more, so slow it seemed like a snail's pace. The females knees began to buckle; making her fall face first. Blood began to trickle down her nose. Finally, she let up, the girl let the tears fall. It almost seemed like the wind had stopped, and you could hear nothing but the cries coming from an innocent girl. Just like her knees, she buckled under, giving up completely. It was no use, she was never going to make it to the closest town. Saddened, she lifted up her head, only to be met with a crimson star. A red flower that hung its petals down, as if it was looking at her. The water from her eyes dried up; she slowly tilted her head at the flower. The wind softly pushing it around. The pale girl lagging, stood up, watching the flower with wonder. She held out her shivering, now purplish coloured hand. Quickly, she plucked it from the ground and she smiled. Almost like the first time in years. Gently, she held it in her hands, not wanting to damage it. Beaming with joy, she sat down, looking at the flower glow almost. Her hand began to lose its feeling as it went numb, making her hand droop down. The female's body went completely limp and she smiled. Smiling at nothing, she let her eyes flutter shut. She began to breathe ragged and slowly. Until it stopped, everything stopped at that moment. The wind, the rain, and even the animals that were around. The girl's body, lay in the mud, if her skin could be paler, then it would. Her heart no longer pumped the serguine liquid around her body, her chest didn't move up and down; everything was still. The flower began to wilt quickly, its petals gliding to the ground. Soon all the petals lay brown and wrinkled on the ground, its stem drooping. Wolves' howls could be heard, like they were mourning for the girls decease.

An hour passed and everything was silent. Nothing could be heard. When you looked at where the girl used to be; nothing was there. A pile of dirt laid next to a patch of turned over ground. A stone slab stuck up from the ground, featuring the girls name. Her name unknown until now. But someone, a mystery had found her and buried her with respect.

Holly Winters

1999-2016

We're all stories in the end, just make it a good one, eh?

@sorcerervevo  This is my entry for that book contest! It's about one of my oc's! Well, I probably won't get any place but eh, whatever!