A silent dancer twists across the fog lined earth of the grave yard. Her eyes have been sewn shut, for she no longer wishes to be saddened by the world around her. The grey-blue moon hangs it's solemn head in the clear night sky. Whispers echo throughout the surrounding forest. A frog nearby belches a hello to its companions in the not too far off bog. A violin can be heard coming from the left of the forest. As the sound increases a young man, eyes sewn shut as well, appears. Once they were lovers, a past forgotten need of touch. Turned to turmoil the entwined sinews of their hearts now sing out to one another, through dance and music. 1
Ghosts of the past are these gentle folks. Their story a sad tale. Tears still brim their symetrical eyes when the thoughts are released like a bow from a ribbon, all falls. The dancer begins to sing the story of her love that had been burned. All of it starting on a slow September night.2
All began, with him and a knife.3
Author notes
wasn't quite sure how to do this honestly...My best friend Amber ish the one who created this character ^^ check her out at Wretched Nobility
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i can't read this. I cant. I am sorry. My eyes are really retarded.
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short, but intriguing, sounds alot more like poetry then a story.
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Fantastic
Very nicely written and wonderfully so. It is intriguing and amusing in a sick sort of way. no matter. anyway i liked it and hope you keep up the fantastic work. i am looking forward to reading future works of yours. wonderful job. -
Yay, it's my character! Nicely done! But could you please at least give me some credit since it is, after all, my character?
Edited on Nov 15, 9:29 because ''.
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