The world was silent, only the whistling of the bitter wind broke the stillness around us. Snow descended gently from the evening sky, covering the ground in a sheet of white. But there was no time to rejoice the gifts winter has bestowed, for the world was as cold as the hearts of everyone here today.
Everyone marched slowly up the hill, like a little sad parade, snow crunching beneath their heavy feet, and heavy hearts. They trudged through the winter in a clustered line as the snowflakes began to create white speckles on their black cloaks, as they shivered from the frigidness that sank down to their bones. But how they all mourned in silence as the two, wooden coffins were carried in front of them all, through the lonely cemetery.
Their deaths were not in vain, but merely a worthless accident, a death they didn't deserve. The crowd felt empty as the priest sang hymns of sorrow and grief, and a monologue about them in their remembrance, as the caskets were lowered together into the frosty earth. Some of the people here today weeped in melancholy, and some watched with gloomy and serious expressions.
How beautiful the world is, but such destruction it can cause as well. The painful part is, we can do nothing to stop it. People are born, and people die, it's something everyone has to accept. Life has to take away to make room for the newcomers of the world. But the men and women who have gathered here today, despised the life, dismayed about the two souls death has taken hold of today. As the people mourned, only my older brother was there to help me through the pain and sorrow of our parents death. The only thing left to ask was, what will happen to us now?
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Blood and Dust
Ficción históricaAfter the death of her parents, Misty and her brother Arthur, have to move to South Africa to live with their godfather, Pierre. Despite that Misty has to deal with social struggles at school, an uprising has created a war in the country. Soon, Mis...
