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A dark angel feather.
Alone, so awfully alone, a girl of black clothes and hair sits in the pouring rain, her gentle, blue-grey eyes filled with tears. There's blood on her face, on her hands, in her heart, dripping down to stain the puddles red. She can't go on, she can't move, her love is dimished, her life gone...no family, no friends, no enemies, not anyone, not anymore. She huddles in the cold, trash streaming down the gutter. But something is not trash. Her pained eyes see a speck of black, a small glow. She reaches for it, anything to have a connection, anything to live for. It is a feather. But it is no regular feather, no, not at all. You see, even though this feather was drowned in water, it is still dry. The girl rises to her feet, slowly wandering to a darkened shape in the shadows. It is most likely another one dead, a death only she escaped, but it needs to be seen. It is not a dead one though. A young looking man is there, also in black. But something is different. This man has wings, black wings. She holds out the feather, and he glances at her, a smug expression on his face. He stands and bows to her, kissing the tops of her gloved hands. He presses the feather close to her chest, a smile and a order to keep it. She stares at the man, and smiles, she is not alone. She clutches the feather tightly, and he kisses her forehead. Her hand finds his, and his hand finds hers, and together, they walk from the rain.
I need feed back for this..i wrote it off the top of my head and started thinking of making it a story. Should I?
 Orange Affair · Mon Nov 21, 2005 @ 04:09am · 5 Comments |
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