Penelope Fairytale
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Hello, I love to write.
Stories (4/0)
Red
A young man breathes in the chilly air as it reaches to the sky. He doesn’t do much, but linger in the moonlight as he slowly falls asleep. He looks to the sky and dreams of the people who are looking at the same sky as he does. The young man is draped in clothes of all colors that shines off his white, silky skin. He leans on the beam to the door of his room; to look outside on his many white rose flowers that reflect in the moonlight. His gaze is cold as he stares across them all. When he had looked at them, “there is hope in this world,” he thought. “maybe not everything is the same. People who can run. People who are free. Not everyone has to have chains that hold them down.” His thoughts always ran loose; always thinking of the outside world. Always running in place wishing to be able to lead a path.Yet, he is stuck. In the small temple that no one pays any attention to anymore.
By Penelope Fairytale 3 years ago in Horror