A little short paragraph of a spirit's wounderings, part 1! This is a little kinda taster for a story am gonna put up on fictionpress.com
The long rose red dress glittered in the starlight; the sash trailed along the floor and left lines of blood behind them. Her bare feet trudged through the dirt and her hands dwindled with the wind, almost as if coaxing a creature to come out!
Her face was tearless yet full of emptiness and sadness. Her heart bleed for her long and hate filled life, she missed him, and that was obvious!
Every bush she touched grew blood red roses, with thorns able to pierce the souls of evil.
She looked up at the sky and whispered.
"Why am I still here...wondering forlornly in this wilderness, what is it I am to find?"
She picked off a rose from a bush, and pressed it against her cheek, leaving blood droplets on her gown and on the grass.
Eventually as the sun raised high at dawn, she looked up for one last time, before disappearing like mist...
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