Green means danger - part 5
Viridi woke up with a start. Cold sweat mixing with tears. flashes came back to her, images of thirty odd men bursting from the trees around her house. Flash, flash, flash.
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Viridi woke up with a start. Cold sweat mixing with tears. flashes came back to her, images of thirty odd men bursting from the trees around her house. Flash, flash, flash.
Frozen fingertips, Frozen toes. Little icicles, On your nose. Warm jumper, Burnt tongue. Covered in blankets, Old or young..
*Crack* Viridi turned sharply looking around. An energy filled her and her palms grew warm. They started to glow faintly, and she saw him. A stag, majestic yet gentle.
Give a man a fish and he will eat for a day, Teach a man to fish and he will forever be full, Neglect to mention the bait and he will starve holding a stick..
14 years later. Viridi walked out of her front door. She looked around, blinking her bright eyes as the natural light hit the back of her retina. Green, everywhere.
The Edge. It marked the edge of the city, the edge of the permitted area, the end of supposed safety.
Terrified, he ran. Out of the Hospital, out into the street. He heard the sirens, and the yells.
I'm going to put up a blurb sometime soon about a story I might write. Please keep an eye out and comment. .
My brother made up an alternate ending to a Christmas song. It goes like this, 'Last Christmas I gave you my heart, But the very next day, You gave it away.
Bullies are simple to understand. Although there are many, they only have a few differences between them. Some are mean because they enjoy being causing others harm. It makes them feel strong.
I would say yes if you asked, That's all you have to do. Maybe you're just shy, Maybe I am too. If you like me just say it, If you don't, you'll never know, That if you just asked, I wouldn't say no.
If you've ever woke up crying, You'll know how it feels. It's terrible, crying in your dream, And you wake up to find its real. Whether its a loved one gone, Or purely your imagination running wild.
There once was a sad old elf, Who lived all alone by himself. Santa made cuts, He got stuck in the ruts, And he had nothing, no nothing of wealth..