A screeching cry pulse loudly through my ears, travelling against the frosty freezing frigid wind
her fragile body was leaning ever so slightly on the damp dull grey lamp post shivering, eyes squeezed shut . Clenching and releasing her blistered hands. Squirming as if she were a frantic rat crawling away from the eager fat cat.
Her angelic skin was matted with dirt. The wonder of living, the wonder of hope disintegrating in every water leak emerging from her deep emerald eyes. Meanwhile, his wolf smile gleam against the moonlit sky mirroring the feelings of dead trees. Silky sandy hair cut through the sharp air as he pulled his hoodie off his oval head, springing up to life - eager . Ageless he seems as the wrinkles gracefully mark his pale youthful skin . at a fleeting look his eyes show an unripe mango shade with blaring specs of raw earthy brown across the iris.
Normally the side of his lips marked a certain sag . While his chappy thin lips usually holds grinding yellow teeth, greatly erasing his worries in a milky mist. his narrow eyes meet halfway together forming a deepened line across his face.
His clothes ,tattered clearly with endless stitches desperate to stay together. Muddy brown boots clacking against the pavement as he moves closer, glittering gold rusty chains hang around his v neck blue shirt. When you glance properly the lice chomp on the sleeves of his short sleeves.
"Why !"
She screams again her hands wrenches a block of caramel hair. Arching her aching back, wailing, pleading to live. Pearl shaped tears roll down her blotchy rose heart face. There is rawness in these action, knowing her time of death is in mere minutes. She had so much to live for. Perhaps she is my age, searching for liberation. Perhaps this is her calling - destiny.
Remarked as his warm breath disperses, "Right time; right place."
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1HR before
Deafening silence
Not even the copper doorbell dared to ring through the room
Scratches curse the bubbling walls. If walls could speak...
If walls could speak these walls would moan. Moan about the fantastic horrors it's presence has roam. Carnating every season to the gloom and peeks of society
Heads turn subsiding their irrelevant conversation. As she gazed a group of men took her notice. Their presence was dimming but yet strangely enough important.
mouths gawk open. She is effortlessly beautiful her thick wavy caramel hair caress the curves of her waist. Elegance is what she masters, the red dress clung onto her assets. A bronze tan usually gives her a smooth complexion . dark violet arise on her cheekbones slightly arched eyebrows showed her every emotions as she reacts to the world around hear. titkting her head slightly axcroos the room a dimmly lit corner cossed her mind.
unusual .
It seemed unusual how the men seemed secretive. passing secrets and moving swiflty as if passing cheese. their features were looking slightly rodent their nose twitching with every breeze of stenching bee .
