Personal Narrative Fiction

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Her lips sore from faking smiles throughout the day began to sag into her native frown as she got in front of her mirror sighing. Her light, silver-like hair hung loose in ringlets that touched her waist and would bounce with every movement she made. She wore a beautiful mask of creams and color that hid the exhaustion she felt everyday. Her blue eyes, that began to glisten wet with tears as makeup ran down her face leaving black streaks on her cheeks, it’s contrast like a zebra’s stripes. Everyday was a struggle to keep up with all the expectations that lie on her shoulders, the ones from her family, friends, and society. Balancing grades that determined her future, the social life she wanted to maintain yet was so tired of dealing with, and …show more content…

He felt the sun setting, the light loosing it’s strength and he anticipated her return. His pale skin glowed the color of the moon and his movement was swift like the wind as he paced the currently desolate area. The cold chill that brew through the air didn’t faze him, he invited it. The dark flowers, shades of purple, blue, and deep reds bloomed all around him as the moon began to rise and people from the other world began to drift into a slumber. Life stirred in his dark realm making the originally quite place sound almost festive. This is the time of the sprites and fairies to dance in the dark, for the deadly flowers to bask in the moon’s rays; this was the hour of beautiful chaos in a dimension for those with dark souls. Many envied the world of midnight for its beauty and secrecy yet few traveled to it. The blackness called to few and even fewer dared to answer the whispers that chanted their names they fear the hidden evil would taint their souls. Little did they know they already had to be corrupted to hear the shouts that call from the other side. The boy sat on a hill where many gnomes met and greeted each other, stretching their stiff limbs, breathing in the cool air. But the king, he sat directly under the moon waiting for his lover to come and he knew it was only moments away from seeing her shining

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