I look out the window as the sun catches the leaves on the Ghost Gum outside. Shedding its shadows onto the rooms occupants the tree dances an elegant dance with the wind. But it's not the Gum I'm looking at, not really, it's the girl sitting at the back of the room's reflection that holds my attention. Her brown eyes look towards the front of the room, focusing on the items set on the table. Her eyes full of contempt, happiness and something I can't quite detect. I watch as her shoulders heave with a heavy sigh and as she looks down towards her blank page. Her eyes catch the light and the once brown orbs turn into many colors I didn't know exiseted, an array of gold, brown, black, all mixed together. Looking towards her hands, I find them leading a game with the pen. Turning her fingers slightly the pen follows creating elegant loops.
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Short StoryHis brush strokes across the page leaving little pieces of himself in black on the page. Surrounded by white nothingness waiting for more of his soul. Her eyes catch the light and the once brown orbs turn into many of colors I didn't know exiseted...
