One, two, three, four. Her dance glides across the white atmosphere. The shimmering, pure dress she adorned was almost flying around her. The platnium blonde tresses flowing down her cherubic face couldn't help but dance as well. Five, Six, Seven, Eight. The bright, stark field swaying, as if to join in. Illuminated pale wings doing nothing to break the rythem, only adding more impact. Even the heavens felt her joy, sending down a spotlight of brilliant natural lighting. Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve. Her milky white shoes cast aside, no need for protection in such a safe-haven. Not a thing could hurt her. The Earth, she was her friend, her protector, and dance partner. Everything was perfect. Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen. But then it wasn't.
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This prompt was simply the color white. There isn't much more to it. Pretty simple. k bye.
~Bunni <3
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Gradation
De TodoA compilation of stories written in the past [cover by: @fiftyshadesofmagic]
