The girl sat alone, her long blonde hair blowing in the breeze. She looked at the writing quill in her hand and sighed, this crow feather quill was the last thing her mother had given her. how fitting that she decided to wear her black dress today, on the day of her parents deaths. she had barely noticed the jet black birds gathering around her, crows were always her favorite animal. She didnt cry, for she had run out of tears, and she didnt look back at the smoldering remains of her home. She shut out the world, that is, until she heard footsteps approaching her. She looked up to see who it was, the crows flocked around her scattering.
Posted on: Sun, 09 Mar 2014 01:10:26 +0000
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