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Remember Remember, The Brisk End of December

Remember Remember, The Brisk End of December

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The clouds shunned any sunlight from the beach casting a gloomy mood on the day. A wave, that had not crashed on the rocky cliff coast, rolled in and touched the toes of girl not ready to be a woman. The rocks were damp around her, their warm brown color making her pearl gown stand out. The cove was quite and roaring all at once. A man, stood out of sight behind a distant bolder, watched and then hesitantly moved into her view. She jumped up grabbing a dagger from her thigh. She held it up defensively ready to pounce. He was about a foot taller than her and looked as if he could easily take her down. Something in her head flipped and she threw down the blade and ran hard towards him. The dress blew behind her making it look as if she had the wings of an angel. To him, she was an angel. An angel he had lost but now had found.
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"Kill..." the low whispering voice trailed off into my head. I don't think the strange whispering voice came from anyone in the room. It was too loud; too abnormel; too deadly. Suddenly a cold shiver ran down my back making me scream and cry out for someone, something, anything. I want to be alone, somwhere dark, somewhere safe. My eyes open to see a woman cradling me in her arms. A man with red eyes, tan skin, and blonde hair starred at me. His eyes sunk into my head making me wince. The woman is natuarlly warm and comfortable, but her face is stained with tears mixed with blood on her, once beautiful, face. She smeared some of the blood onto my puffy cheeks with a warm beaten and calloused hand. "You're gonna be okay," she assured me. More tears fell from her eyes. I looked closer into her grayish, I think, eyes. They had evil tucked beneath fear in them. I don't know what she means, yet her words mean the world to me at this very moment: 4 minutes ago, I was born.

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