Daring Snow

Daring Snow

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Fairies falling from the sky, gracefully dancing down the open field. The sky - a dusky shade of orange, a beautiful end to a day. A thin blanket of white lays flat on the farmers ground, spots of green drowning in the falling snow. As all doors closed a howl in the distance echoes though the town - silhouettes of people at dinner tables sheltering from the unforgiving but beautiful cold. You can hear the water swish and swash as it passes the wooden pegs on the narrow stream. "Ahhhhhhhhhh" The silence was broken by a blood thirsty scream. Maybe this town isn't as safe as it seems
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"It took me five seconds to fall. The impact on my chest jarring my body but not my mind. I suppose this is the point where your life is supposed to flash before your eyes as time itself freezes - and it did in a way. But I didn't relive my life physically like walking through an old memory, déjà vu in each step. It was a feeling, something that started in my chest and spread to my fingertips, one so unique to me that it encapsulated each significant event into one single second." For as long as May can remember one mystery has haunted her world. A dirty window before her, the grim obstructing her vision, she has lived with a loss she can't identify - that is until one rainy night. Gradually the spots of dirt May scratched at for so long wipe away with the touch of a finger. But when she looks in will she like what she sees - or will curiosity kill the cat?

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