literature

A little story

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Published: Jan 20, 2013

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Broken, the leaves whither to the ground. The soft autumn breeze sifting through the jet black follicles that round the face of the pale figure. Black cloud over the arms, legs, torso, waist. Soft breathing, in and out as lungs expand and deflate. Oliver was a taller being, small strokes of dark makeup touch his lids as well as his lips. The pain of the cold squeezing around his subtle lungs sends creeps of chills down his spine. It had been some time since he was out in the cold. He had hid in his house for so long, that nothing seemed too familiar anymore. His deep blue eyes had a very dim light in them as they flickered from leaf to leaf. His tender hands shoved in the pockets of his jeans, he stood, watching his surroundings. Few people who passed by would stop to have a look at the strange looking male, his lips hooked with half hooped rings, his septum with a black ring, and his bridge hooked with a silver bar. His inch and a half gauged ears with plugs of spider webs. He let out a gentle sigh, the cold air nipping at his skin.

Here is just a small story I wrote/ am currently writing. If you like it, I'll continue.

All writing rights are reserved by me. Photography is also mine.

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