A Lullaby

The clouds started to cry frozen crystals; white flakes mingling with the yellows and the browns of late fall. All the trees were shedding the last of their summer life, becoming dormant for the impending winter. Anastasia lived in a quaint house on the edge of town. It was a forgotten gem until her little family of three chanced upon it. A simple, beige, two-story gem hidden behind a dying orchard. It was there in that orchard that reality, as fragile as it already is, became frayed and misshapen. But was it of coincidence that Anastasia Biscoff happened to be there? After all, it was routine to cross through those bare orchards...
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This will be book 1 of 2 [maybe more, depends how the 2nd one ends ;) ]
Constructive critism is welcomed. After all, I do want to become a better writer. (No rude remarks please)
Book 1 is PG-13.