Abbie Redpath
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Stories (2/0)
Eclipse
She was poetry, the gentle whisper of sweet melodies hummed under candlelight. The gentle flickering embers of a fireplace on a cold winter's night and her skin the freshest driven snow. She was angelic - dancing in the rain, an enigma - An unspoken promise. Her hair was raven, long, soft, and free-flowing. It hung down over her face, hiding an uncompromisable beauty - that could never fade, ever glowing. Her eyes were the stars. The deepest pools grey, cold, icy - glass. Ones that could see through you.
By Abbie Redpath2 years ago in Pride
FLY
As a girl, I'd always dreamt that I could fly. I could soar - high above the world, in an eternal paradise of white, softness, and warmth. I was one with the migrating geese, who were seeking the sun, to escape the cold winter and the cold reality of the world around us. I would often lay in the itchy sneeze-inducing grass in my grandmother's back garden and trace the clouds and the stories that they told - magnificent tales of fantastical battles, of knights yielding their swords and dragons. Oh, how I longed to be in one of these tall tales.
By Abbie Redpath2 years ago in Humans