snow
* Snow *
By: Jordan (insane_pyro_grl)
Date Written: December 8th, 2006
Disclaimer: As real as Frosty the Snowman, who was a holly jolly soul
Notes: The saddest out of the 26 so far, and no one even dies in this one.
Summary: He walks as the snow dances around him on a cold winter morning, thinking of what happened and the things to come.
the others
042 - * Snow *
He steps outside early in the morning and sees that a fresh blanket of snow has coated everything in sight; everything sparkling before the sun even kisses the horizon. The winter wonderland reminds him so much of his home, half a world away, where the weather is most likely the same, but maybe a little colder.
He flips the hood from his hoodie onto his head and straightens out his coat before beginning to walk, snow dancing around him. Walking down the long driveway his black coat becomes speckled with white, like the sky on a summer’s night. The black of his coat makes the individual snowflakes visible; able to see the beauty that the flakes have to offer with their intricate designs and how none of them are identical.
Walking, walking down towards the end of the driveway, then turning right, and beginning to walk down the road. His fingers graze the wall that surrounds the property as he slivers slightly from the cold stone. Flakes continue to fall from the cloudy grey sky as the horizon becomes a little brighter. Only a few cars pass him, the headlights bright to his emerald eyes in the darkness.
Wrapping his arms around himself, trying to keep warm as fingerless gloved hands tap out an invisible beat, and as things run through his mind, the trees sway as a breeze flows through the branches. Through the cold and slight wind he could hear a familiar song in the distance, a soft beat of a guitar could be heard through the speakers of the car in the far distance. Soon he could see the headlights behind him shine shadows on the road, as the song gets louder.
A few short seconds later the car was next to him, moving slowly with him as a tinted window was rolled down with the click of a button and the whirring of gears. The familiar music surrounded him as he looked into the car and saw those familiar sapphires staring back at him as a new song began to play through the stereo.
Music was turned down as the driver pleaded for him to get in the car; that they’d head for his favorite little eatery in town for breakfast. The car continued to roll along at a crawl as he still continued to walk. More promises escaped the driver’s mouth; that if he’d just get in the car and go home with the driver, would become a reality.
He didn’t want to go with the driver after all the things they’d said, well more like yelled, the night before. Hearing the remnants of the argument only made him walk faster, the purple car speeding up a little to catch up with him. Three ghastly words float through the air and he stops in his tracks, as the car reverses to be next to him.
Turning the way he came, he began walking, back towards the life he thought he had, back towards the love he thought he could receive, back towards the castle in the sky. The car follows him the whole way, back down the driveway and to the house, as the driver sprints out of the car when he’s so close.
He heads up the stairs to the room he thought he could call theirs, grabs his suitcases, and fills them with whatever he thought was his, before calling a cab, ready to leave the country forever.
As the yellow car pulls up the long winding driveway, a murmur of a faint “I love you,” floats through the air as the snow continues to dance towards the ground where he’d never step foot again.
By: Jordan (insane_pyro_grl)
Date Written: December 8th, 2006
Disclaimer: As real as Frosty the Snowman, who was a holly jolly soul
Notes: The saddest out of the 26 so far, and no one even dies in this one.
Summary: He walks as the snow dances around him on a cold winter morning, thinking of what happened and the things to come.
the others
042 - * Snow *
He steps outside early in the morning and sees that a fresh blanket of snow has coated everything in sight; everything sparkling before the sun even kisses the horizon. The winter wonderland reminds him so much of his home, half a world away, where the weather is most likely the same, but maybe a little colder.
He flips the hood from his hoodie onto his head and straightens out his coat before beginning to walk, snow dancing around him. Walking down the long driveway his black coat becomes speckled with white, like the sky on a summer’s night. The black of his coat makes the individual snowflakes visible; able to see the beauty that the flakes have to offer with their intricate designs and how none of them are identical.
Walking, walking down towards the end of the driveway, then turning right, and beginning to walk down the road. His fingers graze the wall that surrounds the property as he slivers slightly from the cold stone. Flakes continue to fall from the cloudy grey sky as the horizon becomes a little brighter. Only a few cars pass him, the headlights bright to his emerald eyes in the darkness.
Wrapping his arms around himself, trying to keep warm as fingerless gloved hands tap out an invisible beat, and as things run through his mind, the trees sway as a breeze flows through the branches. Through the cold and slight wind he could hear a familiar song in the distance, a soft beat of a guitar could be heard through the speakers of the car in the far distance. Soon he could see the headlights behind him shine shadows on the road, as the song gets louder.
A few short seconds later the car was next to him, moving slowly with him as a tinted window was rolled down with the click of a button and the whirring of gears. The familiar music surrounded him as he looked into the car and saw those familiar sapphires staring back at him as a new song began to play through the stereo.
Music was turned down as the driver pleaded for him to get in the car; that they’d head for his favorite little eatery in town for breakfast. The car continued to roll along at a crawl as he still continued to walk. More promises escaped the driver’s mouth; that if he’d just get in the car and go home with the driver, would become a reality.
He didn’t want to go with the driver after all the things they’d said, well more like yelled, the night before. Hearing the remnants of the argument only made him walk faster, the purple car speeding up a little to catch up with him. Three ghastly words float through the air and he stops in his tracks, as the car reverses to be next to him.
Turning the way he came, he began walking, back towards the life he thought he had, back towards the love he thought he could receive, back towards the castle in the sky. The car follows him the whole way, back down the driveway and to the house, as the driver sprints out of the car when he’s so close.
He heads up the stairs to the room he thought he could call theirs, grabs his suitcases, and fills them with whatever he thought was his, before calling a cab, ready to leave the country forever.
As the yellow car pulls up the long winding driveway, a murmur of a faint “I love you,” floats through the air as the snow continues to dance towards the ground where he’d never step foot again.