She was just sitting there, slowly analyzing her surroundings. Without even trying, she looked beautiful. Hair white as snow, yet she looked no older than 17. With hazel eyes that complimented her dark skin, tinted pink from the cold air nipping at her cheeks, there was no other word to describe her.
"I know you're there," she spoke, her voice smoother than the silk of her white dress. Hearing her made me freeze, anticipating hearing her sof voice again. "Why don't you come sit?"
Although I knew she couldn't see me I nodded my head, and moved to sit against a tree across from her. Leaning my head back, I took in my surroundings, taking my attention off of her for the first time. I let out a breath I wasn't aware I was holding as I looked at what she had done. Before she was here the quiet forest almost seemed dead. The appearance of the forest hadn't changed much, save the gold leaves hanging above her head and the bright greenery growing below her feet. What had really changed was the atmosphere - what once was dead seemed now alive, and the eerie quiet was now calming. I looked up at her, and as we met eyes I felt a wave of calm wash over me. She smiled, and she made everything seem okay again. She was peace.
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Peace-Short Story
Short Story"Peace" is a short story I wrote in my English class about a young person discovering peace and calm for the first time.
