The moon's white light gently filtered through the trees and aluminate the others wise dark path. Stumbling quickly along the white lit path, I let the white wash over me and calm my beating heart. Continuing along the white path I listened to the wind gently caress the pale white leaves. The path gently slopped downwards as it eventually joined a lake. Standing at the top of the path I watched as the white water gently beat against the shore, quickly scanning the beach, my heart quicker as my eyes landed on a motionless body. Sliding down the little slope I raced over and stood in front of the pale white body. Kneeling down I gently embraced the cold white body, and felt the white hot tears start to gather. Brushing their white hair out of their eyes I let the hot tears trail down my checks. Bringing the body closer I felt a sticky substances coat my fingers and pulled away to see the sticky blood. Looking closer I saw a bullet glint white under the moons gaze. Gently lying down next to the pale corpse, I let the moon's white gaze wash over me and lull me to sleep.
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KurzgeschichtenShort stories pertaining to certain colors. Each story is unique and reflects certain emotions of life.