As winter drew near, I thought of memories fond and dear, yet some still remained depressing. I feel sometimes like I am sliding back into those unpleasant moments. Those times when crying and solemnity sapped my energy and life. I glanced at the snowflakes, reminding me of how I continue to feel weak and dead inside. With death comes rebirth and even in my darkest moments, I could never take away my life. I realized a blade could never cure this tangling pain, and could never ease the loss that comes with such a tragic event. 1
The sun shines down.2
Author notes
This was originally going to be a drabble, but when I finished it, I discovered it was supposed to be fiction, and this story is true to my life. A drabble is a short work of fiction exactly 100 words in length, and is usually used in science fiction and fan fiction. This site explains it better than I do.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Drabble
I'm sure this story is pretty self-explanatory.
Please feel free to critique, comment, ask questions, or give suggestions! I'd really like to hone my story writing skills.
Thanks!
~Grace 
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Aww, you see the snow flake and you feel dead. But there is so much more to see in a snowflake, like it's intricate patterns and beauty. Always see the other side, don't settle for what your evil brain wants to make it out to be.
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wow, that waas awesome...I could definately relate to this poem...I've tried to put words similar to this on paper, but could never get it out right....amazing job!
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