Porch
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On cool summer days, and foggy dark winters, sitting on the porch, rocking in her chair, and there she will stay.
She carried the weight of the world yet she rocked in her chair, listening to the coo of the morning dove, that dared to sing in the afternoon. She listened to the swish of the tail of her Russian Blue. He was outcasted, and because of his feeble attempt to try to return to his family, he was left with wounds. His most signature was his left ear, ripped off months ago. Then he met the girl on the porch, and everything changed.
The world circled around there house, clouds never flew straight. The clouds turned at there house and instead of heading south they went north.
There house, was a small Victorian designed house that had lost it's touch a long time ago. It's blue color faded to grey, smooth wood turned to brittle splinters. But the house had history, her history. It was only 3 years ago since that cloudy day....
....It was snowing, everything froze to a solid, snow flew about the air. It was a glorious day, filled with the twitter of birds, and the humming of a tune.
The girls tune. Outside her window, as she washed the dishes, there was a deer. A doe, her pelt white her eyes had a shine like no other deer. The deer was her freind, they walked amoung the snow in the black barked forest.
Everything around them was dead, but they were alive. And the ice to them was nothing but sweet happyness. The white doe, also had more freinds. Two, and they too, had a white pelts. The girl walked with them, resting her arms on there shoulders.
The deer chatted amoung themselves, and the girl pretended that the high sighs, and low snorts were her language as well.
And when the day was threw, the deer would guide her home and said goodbye the only way they new how; with the flick of the ear and a high pitched snort. Days were good, but even they knew winter would soon die...
On the last day of the month the white doe visited by the girls window seal.
But the girl showed no smile, and she sighed with a heavy heart. The white doe snorted and walked to the front of the house. The girl fallowed and stood on her porch....The deer rested it's head in the girls hands, and in some sorroful way she could here the low tune...
"....Are you leaving?"
The girl sighed and slowly titled her head up and down.
"were too?"
The girl shook her head.
" Can't go can I?"
She tilted her head side to side.
"They will shoot us if you leave"
The girl shook her head violently in disagreement.
The girl packed her things, and the three deer watched her as they sat in the corner. Outside. The deers sorrowfully gleamed at her as they stood infront of the forest. The girl hugged them.The deers responded...
" They will shoot us if you leave"
Then the girl spoke...
"If you remember me, once I leave this place...send me some snow...but only one day of snow...If you forget me, I will know...Don't ask me how..."
On cool summer days, and foggy dark winters, sitting on the porch, rocking in her chair, and there she will stay.
She carried the weight of the world yet she rocked in her chair, listening to the coo of the morning dove, that dared to sing in the afternoon. She listened to the swish of the tail of her Russian Blue. And she waited for that snow flake, that was promised to her three years ago to fall on her shoe....
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Pointless story, not very good. Random writting...sorry it's so much
I love your writing, it's
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Wow.....I really enjoyed
Your style of writing is amazing!
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Fledermaus = : 3 Thank you.
going on a writting spree for some reason. Eh, probably won't have enough time
as usual though.
Ravenflight= -glomps- THANK YOU! I'm glad you enjoyed it.
I was thinking about writting this story for some time, I guess I finally got
the chance to write it :3
Damn, that story is both
To pray is to believe, to believe is to purify one's soul
To pray is to believe, to believe is to purify one's soul
Wow I love the story and