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Glistening silver hair cascades down her slim back. Delicate, bronze wings flutter and flash in the obsidian night. Ancient constellations gleam and glow high in the onyx heavens.
Glittering snow tumbles and curls through the icy heavens like precious diamonds. Glistening, sharp ice delicately decorates the bare, brown trees.
The frozen lake was huge, It's glorious silver sheen glistening in the winters sun. Magnificent was the first word that popped into my mind as it looked like fairies had dropped all there glitter.
#nature The harshest winter I remember was when I turned 17, And 3 storms each dumped more snow than any I had ever seen.
Unsympathetic wind rips through the craggy snow covered mountains. Mist swirls around the once lush emerald forest obscuring it from searching eyes.
The metallic moon hung high in the ebony night. A million stars twinkled down from the ancient heavens lighting the silent forest. The tall trees look like white gold giving the world an eerie beauty.
I love the winter when it's cold and dark. My imagination creates the story spark. The words flow from mind to page. Like the spells that flow from a Mage. I dream of things so cool and great.
The reindeers pulled the sledge effortlessly through the thick snow. The forest was dense dark and silent. I didn't know where we would go. But I didn't care I just enjoyed the silence and peace.
*This is based on a dream I had a while ago, I adapted it into a story. Your thoughts and any criticism are welcome, please comment.* I'm standing in a wooden hut.
On top of the world looking down. Oh what a site to behold. Perched on the peak. All around is sparkly white. No sound can be heard. No soul can be seen. Only the ends of the earth.
Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village, though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow.
Chapter 4. It was a cold afternoon, the wind whipping the trees. The white snowflakes gently, pouring out of the darkened, winter sky.