colaboration
her part will be in in normal letters
i shall put mine in italics
p.s her blog is
findhomeandlivefree.blogspot.com
The moon shone through the tall green trees the covered the grave of where she lay,
resting her head she slept
deep into her tragic dreams
full of pain and memorys
burning into her silent eyes
the wind filed the leaves and whispered through the graveyard and continued down the street, spinning stories down the lanes and through the old town. It was cold, dark, and quiet.
The wind blew down up her skirt tickling her thighs,
as she woke back into the world of the living surrounded by those who are dead,
she thought of the events that brought her here
scream through her mind the words of her pursuires
and it was no longer quiet. Everything screamed inside her as the wind bit through to the bone, and she sat up and looked around. it was empty, desolate.
The wind through her hair to the right forcing her to look in that direction
thats when she noticed,
the trees had turned there branches into hands
and all pointed deep into the forest which surrounded the grave yard
The hands were old, rickerly and hair,
they had been damaged over time
The path that led into the forest was almost overgrown. Branches knotted their way around, a tunnel of trees and roots and bony twigs; an impossble tangle. The wind was pulling her towards it; yearning, leaning. She looked down at the grass beneath her
it was perfectly still
She still had this pulling force but the grass didnt move
the grean field was only interupeted by the trees and gravestones
she tried to walk away
trying to escape the cluth of the forest
she fell to the ground and fell the winds hands clasp her ankles
pulling her towards the forest
her legs lifted as if being pulled by a someone not a somthing
she dug her fingers into the green grass, digging up dirt and braking nails,
she heard the grass scream out in pain and finaly let go,
she was hurled into the intangeled forest
being thrown from tree to tree
as branchs tore parts of her skirt and shirt apart
when it all calmed down she was left with nothing
but a few scraps of fabric coving her shoulds to her belly button and her skirt was was now torn to her upper thighs
her part will be in in normal letters
i shall put mine in italics
p.s her blog is
findhomeandlivefree.blogspot.com
The moon shone through the tall green trees the covered the grave of where she lay,
resting her head she slept
deep into her tragic dreams
full of pain and memorys
burning into her silent eyes
the wind filed the leaves and whispered through the graveyard and continued down the street, spinning stories down the lanes and through the old town. It was cold, dark, and quiet.
The wind blew down up her skirt tickling her thighs,
as she woke back into the world of the living surrounded by those who are dead,
she thought of the events that brought her here
scream through her mind the words of her pursuires
and it was no longer quiet. Everything screamed inside her as the wind bit through to the bone, and she sat up and looked around. it was empty, desolate.
The wind through her hair to the right forcing her to look in that direction
thats when she noticed,
the trees had turned there branches into hands
and all pointed deep into the forest which surrounded the grave yard
The hands were old, rickerly and hair,
they had been damaged over time
The path that led into the forest was almost overgrown. Branches knotted their way around, a tunnel of trees and roots and bony twigs; an impossble tangle. The wind was pulling her towards it; yearning, leaning. She looked down at the grass beneath her
it was perfectly still
She still had this pulling force but the grass didnt move
the grean field was only interupeted by the trees and gravestones
she tried to walk away
trying to escape the cluth of the forest
she fell to the ground and fell the winds hands clasp her ankles
pulling her towards the forest
her legs lifted as if being pulled by a someone not a somthing
she dug her fingers into the green grass, digging up dirt and braking nails,
she heard the grass scream out in pain and finaly let go,
she was hurled into the intangeled forest
being thrown from tree to tree
as branchs tore parts of her skirt and shirt apart
when it all calmed down she was left with nothing
but a few scraps of fabric coving her shoulds to her belly button and her skirt was was now torn to her upper thighs
p.s i have a lot of stoies so go and check em out on my other channel which there is a link for just above me follows :D
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