The wind blows amongst the wheat, the setting sun casting golden shadows throughout the endless fields.
Her lace dress flutters eerily, stained with that caramel glow caused by the dusk. Her long, dark hair fans out behind her, shining with a silvery tinge. She looks up to the pink sky through the dying branches of the oak tree, whose crimson leaves float away somewhere new.
She wishes she was like them, drifting towards the sun; free, light, eternal.
Looking in from the outside; the scene would be a beautiful one; maybe too beautiful. Fake. Because there are two tiny flaws.
In one hand, she holds an intricate silver pendant that swings slightly in the honeyed breeze. She holds it away from herself, as though the metal hides something more sinister inside.
And her eyes, framed by gorgeous long lashes, are completely white.
She stands on the tips of her toes, and attempts to reach one of the lower branches of the tree. Her slender fingers splay out, and try to hook the chain of the pendant on a twig.
Suddenly, she lets out a blood curdling scream and falls to her knees, shaking and writhing. She tries to throw away the pendant, but it stays in her hand, no matter how hard she shakes it. A long, spine-tingling, almost unearthly wail escapes her ruby red lips, and she collapses on the root strewn ground, in pain and fear.
And then, for no reason, the wheat-field landscape starts to flake, and spiral upwards. Everything rips apart, and flies in circles towards the sky. The tree and the wheat evaporate up in pieces, like shreds of paper, the sky soon following, until she is left lying on an eternity of nothing.
The girl's world had fallen apart.
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Silver
Short StoryA short, almost poem like story of a curse, a locket, and a girl with white eyes.
