"The winds blew coarsely like a sharp whistle. It was a normal night but the only problem is, I don't have my glasses."
It was beautiful outside. But that's usual, considering where I live.
The fruit trees all waved in the wind, making brushstrokes upon an untouched canvas that is the sky. The image painted by them held millions of twinkling lights against a dark velvety background. Bright stars winking at me in the night sky.
Of course, this was the imagery described to me by my roommate. I couldn't see it. I couldn't see shit. I could only hear what it sounded like outside. And what did it sound like?
Well, you know how when you blow a
This Will Be the Death of Me by greytabbyhope, literature
Literature
This Will Be the Death of Me
Supposedly, every story is a fairy tale, and every fairy tale begins with once upon a time.
But not this one.
Everything started off so innocently. Butterflies landing on the lips created by the fold in rose petals, cherry blossoms drifting lazily through the air, carried by a light breeze.
And you can't forget the sparkling stream running through old, worn rocks.
Yes, it was oh, so peaceful.
She greeted him with a smile under the forgiving shade of a willow. It was their meeting place.
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