This is a book of description. Welcome! This is a project I wanted to do for a while since people say I'm good a pointing out the unthinkable. So dear readers don't worry to much it's not a book, it's like pictures from a camera drawn out by words i...
Story: 1 Genre: paranormal Date: 27/3/19 Dedicate to: NusratSuzanna cuz ya know I just love your pfp n when I see that violin girl all I can think is
—————————————— She has a rose in her mouth, ordered by the ghost...in her mind. Who winks at her so gullible, he controls her, like that tittering on the inch of her cloth that will go away in the flash ones he touches it..
The rose It's so red like her blood, pure, so pure it can kill a vampire's love to lick her dry.
Her hands are tied by a golden knot, forcing her to stay in a place.. which is meant to be here
In the eyes of a ghost
She lays low in the ground buried deep in a pit. So dirty like a pearl in the jungle...
And then it goes snap!
She is running faster then ever, there she turns to angels
A crown on her head strings to her fingers Grabbing her out of here,
The rose in her mouth is chewed away The petals slowly turning into her, Making a red gown of rose
Her messy hair are toddled by the hands they are messed up by.. I assure you it's not her hands..
It's not a person It's a ghost
She looks around at the mid night clicks Of her shoes she wonders Those heels She can never muster
The storm becomes a new monster But just not the one to wink her sleeps away
It's standing There..
Just waiting
But the rose is still there you know?
No not in her mouth She is the rose
It's so beautiful
Wait she is beautiful
The ghost is still chasing her like a truck race driver who just needs a glass of water before his next shipment or he might yell out and die by a knife of a owner of the merchants,
And the storm it's so huge so so so killing
It's like that time where we wanted to get to the bottom of a lake and then realised that we can't breath in side water.
Or that moment where I should have not killed the animals like fishes for a stupid happiness..
One petal is gone from its rose
..
2 petals
...
3-
To be honest the girl says this time "I never thought the angels would save me"
As the strings from her hair are cutter out
The grown is vanished with the icy cool world forever
And where is she you ask?
In the air
In the storm
Unbalanced
Falling like a wishing star
To not wish ever again by
.
And the ghost ?
The rose is pealed off it's beauty and the stem is cut out..
Her hair is toddled aside
In the air and form
And the world darkens Out
As the angle never takes a form
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That was depressing......ok next will be good sorry for a depressing start but I'm good at making sad things ya know?
