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Her soft skin tightened as she sat on the dark street in the middle of a lonely town. The sleazy turquoise sweater upon her delicate body was barely enough to shield her from the icy winter wind. She wore thin, green Capri pants and no shoes to cover her fragile feet. Although she still had little hope in her big, brown eyes, she was ready to die in her lonely place.
As she lied down and curled her frail body into a ball, something pierced her cheek. She tilted her head slowly to look up at the midnight sky. Another frigid piercing stung the middle of her forehead. They were like tiny needles to the face. She pulled the hood of her sweater over her head. Then more came. They came faster and faster. Soon, her clothes became sopping wet. She closed her tired eyes and everything went black. Her body did not want to give up, but her heart knew that it was the end....
This is her fate.
- by Shinya Kitten |
- Non Fiction
- | Submitted on 10/12/2008 |
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- Title: Cold...
- Artist: Shinya Kitten
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Description:
This is a short story that I wrote for my eighth-grade English class.
I had a picture for it, but I couldn't get the properties straight.
I hope you like it!
^_^ - Date: 10/12/2008
- Tags: cold
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Comments (5 Comments)
- xxxCD7xxx - 06/21/2009
- very good
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- dracupine - 12/07/2008
- the only thing i can think of saying is WOW, it's pritty good!!!
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- zizibona - 10/12/2008
- it's a bit cheesy.... But you definitely have a good story going on, just edit it a little bit (maybe use more synonyms, get rid of tautology, like "frail feet", "frail body" for example)
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- targoefista - 10/12/2008
- Interesting, but this is in the wrong category. This is supposed to be in fiction.
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- Ace 361 - 10/12/2008
- petty cool story
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