White flakes of crystal fell from the sky that day. The icy ground was covered in a crisp white blanket, that was untouched.
Well that was until two boots broke the crisp snow. The boots belonged to a young woman with violet hair. Her golden brown eyes scan the sparkling scenery as her sapphire and silver scarf moves with the slight wind. A gentle jingle is heard from her earrings.
More footprints are made as she makes her way to a lonely house. The oak door opens before knocks were made and the violet haired girl dissapears inside, scarf and all.
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The Storybook Of Oneshots
RandomHello and welcome to the point of no return. I'm just kidding of course. This book will contain a bunch of oneshots and writing pieces that I write for fun or just as a way to vent. I do put a lot of effort into them, however, and I hope you enjoy r...
