"Hmmm~" Shawn sat in a quiet rose patch of dark blue and Maroon red roses. Creating.... His creation, a crown, of the dark colors surrounding him. Softly placing it on his head, he slowly stood up and began to twirl around, humming, such a soft melody. The thorns glided over his delicate skin, showing up were small little cuts in multipul places,creating a crimson contrast against his pale skin.
His icy blue eyes closed, not caring what may happen. The sky was gray and gloom as well as the atmosphere around this cursed patch. As the frisk wind blew, a few loose petals let up and glided gently as they were airborn.
Creating friends, in his mind dancing , gracful. Such a setting as petals arose once more, he giggled, this fall day set a nice scene. Maybe one day, he would meet someone, someone new in this cursed rose patch. Just maybe.
Drip. Drip. Drip. He giggled once more as it began to rain. He didnt mind, the constant sound of gray clouds coliding, the pattering of the rain was a simple get away. A gettaway from this cruel, cruel, world we live in. His eyes leaked as a warm sensation filled his cheeks. Tears, crying, why? Dont know. He wasnt happy, nor sad...
(A/N This was a short chapter... well ive got nothing better to do... ill try to force more ideas out, i promise.)
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The Deep Unknown
RandomThe thorns added scrapes as his delicate skin glided across their sharp tips. I trully dont know what this story is going to be... I never finish my stories. I'll try to keep it as serious as possible. This is a creepypasta book, chock filled with O...
