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Innocent sins

Innocent sins

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, Feb 21, 2014
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Action and Thriller
It was cold. The full moon hung high in the sky, surrounded by diamond like stars. The skaters' tracks left a delicate lace pattern over the frozen lake and the frost covered trees glittered in the moonlight. A lone child walked by the lake. Her long scruffy brown hair whipped around her head. She liked the cold. It was calming to her. No one was around to question the whereabouts of her guardian, nor did she have to listen to the townspeople's frantic babbling about the mystery thief, but she wouldn't be alone for long, soon she would be in town.
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Certainly they could trust that those in power ultimately had the best interests of the people in mind, right? ~~~ Luna slouched low in her seat, staring at droplets of water that ran diagonally down the window of the bus. The sky was a flat, depressing grey and the incessant, soaking rain left her constantly chilled. It was a typical "liquid sunshine" day in the Pacific Northwest. They drove past a single tall scraggly tree on top of a hill shrouded in mist. The creepy tree was full of screaming crows. How could she hear them from inside the bus when she couldn't even seem to hear the voices of the kids around her? Geez, that was an awfully freaking dark image. She shivered and looked away. What did they call a group of crows again? Right, a murder of crows. Perfect. The weather was certainly the only thing that was typical these days, although you'd never know it by looking around the bus at most of the kids as they sat joking and gossiping with each other just like they had before... before that day everything had changed. Idiots.

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