Rose petals fall like rain around her pale corpse. Some rest upon her closed eyelids. Birds circle above her singing a song of death. Her killer digs her grave under a willow tree three feet away. He grunts in frustration. He hates himself. Hates that she won't look at him with love filled eyes. She always looks at him with hate and disgust.
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Teen FictionThis is a collection of my ideas and base works for my larger pieces. I hope you enjoy. Comment letting me know which pieces you'd like to see more of.
