The snow fell and fell, landing elegantly upon her blanched, pale skin. She raised her bare arm upward to catch hold of the frozen vapour, magically calling it toward her with a soft, tender, but wordless whisper.
ill explain later.
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okay well now that time has passed, i can upate this. we have to write 'the starting of a story' using one of 53 choices given to us. i chose 'The snow fell and fell..."
and i'm done and very happy and lisco loves it!
Whimsical Promenade
The snow fell and fell, landing elegantly upon her blanched, pale skin. She raised her bare arm upward to catch hold of the frozen vapour, magically calling it toward her with a soft, tender, but wordless whisper. At the flick of her dainty wrist, each perfectly crafted flake that lied in her grasp began to waltz. Soaring in every direction, they lifted and swooped and graced the chilled air with their whimsical dance. The blizzard encouraged the woman to join in, pulling tenderly at her fur gown. She moved, twirling with swift, lyrical movements, long bleached tresses flowing around her. The gusts of air created melody, the flakes created the steps, and the wintry maiden danced along. Suddenly, day drifted into darkness, she ceased her dance and coolly ordered “freeze.” The winds and the snow flakes obeyed her crisp command, and all around her was harmoniously silent.
The snow fell and fell, landing elegantly upon her blanched, pale skin. She raised her bare arm upward to catch hold of the frozen vapour, magically calling it toward her with a soft, tender, but wordless whisper. At the flick of her dainty wrist, each perfectly crafted flake that lied in her grasp began to waltz. Soaring in every direction, they lifted and swooped and graced the chilled air with their whimsical dance. The blizzard encouraged the woman to join in, pulling tenderly at her fur gown. She moved, twirling with swift, lyrical movements, long bleached tresses flowing around her. The gusts of air created melody, the flakes created the steps, and the wintry maiden danced along. Suddenly, day drifted into darkness, she ceased her dance and coolly ordered “freeze.” The winds and the snow flakes obeyed her crisp command, and all around her was harmoniously silent.
2 comments:
Sounds good :)
Go and write nano, though. You definitely should!! (yn):D
clara.. i dun think i could do nanowrimo.. i'm not motivated enough lol
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