Colors
By joeys_sister
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Prologue
Muted earth sunk beneath my feet, softer than plush carpet. Generations of sun-kissed flowers and marbled trees sank their roots into this soil, and then wilted and unwillingly gave their nutrients to their children’s blooming petals.
My body would be deep underground, feeding the flora that thrived off of death.
The scene of my fate could have been just out of sight or miles behind me; all I wanted was away. Seventeen was immortal; death was the furthest thing from my mind until I was forced to confront it.
And so I ran, away from my death, away from the future grief of my closest friends and family, away from reality. It would have been tolerable to wander, to spy and explore if the afterlife weren’t so drab.
Gray, gray, gray-monotone and dull, even the spirits that surrounded me were lifeless (ha!). They were almost cruel in the way they forwent basic manners: unseen by drifting human life, the little imps whipped up their shirts, gestured and mimed, flashing nasty smiles towards their snickering friends.
In the middle of spirit-crowded suburbia was a two-story house, lights left on and windows cracked open. Driveway abandoned, I peeked inside. Toys littered the floor, the smell of my brother’s lukewarm dinner only half-way appealing. The place was empty. All life gone to gaze upon my cold body, cemented to the inside of a crushed car.
Anxiety and panic infected my stomach, eating away at me until I had to run once more.
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This is a really good effort
This is a really good effort at the prologue. I look forward to reading what follows. Welcome to ABCtales joeys_sister
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Avery haunting read. Jenny.
Avery haunting read.
Jenny.
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