Elysian Solitude_Haunting Purple Eyes_It Was All Yellow_Mountain Flight
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Elysian Solitude
She loved to run. As a little girl her favorite part of school was recess when she could chase the other girls and boys around the playground, the wind playing with her pigtails. Blows and kisses of the sweet air at the heels of her feet but, it was the adrenaline rushing in her chest that kept her going. Calming deep breaths of air as she slowed down, her mind overwhelmed with this feeling of tranquility. Dust covered her clothes but it was no matter to her. Even the biting comments of classmates didn’t stop her from running laps, the way the wind felt on her face was intoxicating and she di...
Haunting Purple Eyes
The sky was blackened with ash as the fires raged around her. Trees and foliage alike were blazing with flames of blue that flickered into shapes of unknown creatures. She gazed at the scene and felt as though nothing was out of the ordinary in the forest. Walking closer to one of the flames, she raised her hand and felt the warmth that emitted off it. Her mind going blank as she reached her arm towards the fire, not even caring if she was to be burnt by the heat. As her fingers were just a few centimeters away from touching the fiery blaze— “JANE! Wake UP!” She jerked away from the fire, bri...
It Was All Yellow
It was an unfamiliar world she was in. A world imbued with many hues and flora of the most outlandish design. Yet there was a sense of familiarity about it. The tree under which she sat and pondered this world’s intricacies was short and stout. It had the slenderest of branches, branches that could almost be passed off like leaves. Set upon these branches were scores of thick pointed leaves the weight of which caused the branches to bend towards the ground and even touch the ground at places. Like the braided hair of a woman she thought they were. The entire sky was suffused with a dull yellow...
Mountain Flight
It was so terribly cold. Snow was falling, and it was almost dark. The cave which she hid in was small and cramped, not much more than a fissure that cut deep into the side of the mountain. The walls were uneven and sharp, cutting into her back as she pressed up against it. The opening was like an angry snarl, narrow and crooked. The waning light of dusk barely penetrated the opening, yet nearly ten meters deep she still felt horribly exposed.Earlier, while she had been climbing the mountain, the wind ravaged her mind and body. The incessant scream cut into her brain, while its icy bite ...