firelight
it shone brilliantly in the sunlight. the soft rays glinted off the edges, the deep emerald almost emitting its own glow. she could use this one. she could survive for days off the cash it would bring her, feed her family for just one more blessed week.
it was huge. hairy. that was all she could think to describe the beast. it looked like a bear on steroids. was this what she had to face today? how was she to overcome this fear? battle it head on? drool dripped from its mouth, fanged teeth showing in a creepy, unsettling grin that told her everything she needed to know.
the sand was everywhere. it stretched for miles, no water in sight. dunes swept the landscape in great hills and small. the wind swept through the air, the hot breath of whatever god had led her here, to this desolation and to this despair. she was lost. she would never find her way home. and maybe that was a good thing.
it stood tall among the other flowers, growing together in the bush. wild and free, and very, very white. a snowdrop in a sea of red. the colours around it were vivid, while the colour of its petals seemed to leach and fade away in the darkness.
the birds were singing as the early morning light shone through the windows, the rising sun promising a new day, a new chance. she listened to the soft notes of the robins, the sparrows, the soft trill of hope as the night faded and with it her despair.
the trees stood tall in the forest. ever green, needles falling to the ground to carpet the floor. she could get lost in this forest, but she didn't care. they said the faeries danced here, to music she would never hear. the pull was strong, drawing her in, telling her to let go of everything and join the dance.
it shone with amazing clarity, gleaming in the soft rays of sunlight peering through the mouth of the cave. rough edges shimmered in the light, creating a sense of beauty that permeated the otherwise barren surroundings.
the pumpkin sat alone in a field, surrounded by vines. his friends were with him once, long ago. other pumpkins, stretching through the fields, bright and vibrant and alive. picked off one by one, until he was the only one left. no one wanted him. no one cared for the deformed.
she stood on the shore. white sand, peppered with colourful shells. the sea was calling to her again. she watched the gentle waves in the breeze, urging her to join them. to swim, to drown, anything but stay on the godforsaken dry land. she was meant for the clear waters, for the wild storms.
the air was veiled in a thin layer of fog. she squinted, peering through that veil, trying to see by the even thinner layer of light trying to find its way through. something was out there. something terrible. she knew by the dread snaking through her, the steady loss of hope.
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