Just the start to this little story Ive started to write...
"Alice never really cared of people and their petty things. Often she lay in the dark green grass, watching butterflies as clouds passing by. Sometimes when you woke up in the morning, you saw her still in the same spot where you last noticed her when you went to bed in the evening. Still her eyes were wide open, crystal blue, glistening of the excitement the nightly sights had provided her. When you saw her childish, pale face so bright and enthusiastic from such a thing, you really couldnt feel anything but deep and warm love for the person that hid herself behind Alices clothing and face. But in the same moment you felt this beautiful sadness, such melancholy and compassion for this poor soul who never really belonged here..."
Its not perhaps very good, but still. This is the first "longer" storybit Ive written in English. So yeah... Critique would be a lovely surprise...
<3
Its not perhaps very good, but still. This is the first "longer" storybit Ive written in English. So yeah... Critique would be a lovely surprise...
<3