Published Nov 6th, 2017, 11/6/17 4:33 pm
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Contest entry for "Black Isn't Depressing, It's Poetic" by GoogleD0GG
Story/Poem
Fair skin, dark eyes, fragile body
The young girl stood in front of the crowd
They laughed at her for her mouth say mumbles
The girl tried to gain the courage to sing
However
She couldn't
The girl ran
She ran to her favorite place
a field of flowers
The flowers made the girl happy
They gave her peace and tranquility
They also gave her the ability to enter peoples minds
This was a blessing
and a curse.
The young girl sees what they thought
She ought to stop
but she can not
The curse fills her
Her skin crawls
Flowers pop from her skin
She lays in the field
dead.
The girl finds herself in front of a strange man in a hall of clouds
The man strong and tall
The man said
"Hello, do you know why you are here?"
the young girl shook her head no
The man with a surprised face says
"You are here because you are different"
The girl, in the most timid voice asks
"Have I died sir?"
The man says
"Yes, but you have become much greater now."
The girl tilts her head in a manner of confussion
"You are a goddess now my child."
The man said to her
"Your powers were those of a goddess"
The girl asks
"Sir, may I ask who you are?"
He nods his head and smiles
"I am the great god, Zeus, Father of all gods and goddess"
The girl asks
"I am dreaming?"
Zeus responds
"You answer that"
The man and the clouds become blurred
They all disappear
The girl is in a dark room
nothing but her
The girl hears the sound of her panicked sister
"Abigail, Abigail!" "Abigail Wake Up!
The girl awakens
However
Instead of being in the flowers
She is in a hospital bed
"Where am i"
The girl says in a quiet voice
Her sister says
"you're in the hospital, remember?"
"No, How long have i been here"
Abigail snaps back
"A year"
Abigail's face grew dull
"What happened"
she asked
"You passed out in the flowers... and"
"And...?"
she said scared
Her sister passes a mirror
She understands
Her body covered in flowers
Beautifully horrible
Her powers had eaten her
Flowers aren't beautful
they are powerful.
Like the saying
"Black isn't depressing, It's poetic"
Story By xXGothicXx
The young girl stood in front of the crowd
They laughed at her for her mouth say mumbles
The girl tried to gain the courage to sing
However
She couldn't
The girl ran
She ran to her favorite place
a field of flowers
The flowers made the girl happy
They gave her peace and tranquility
They also gave her the ability to enter peoples minds
This was a blessing
and a curse.
The young girl sees what they thought
She ought to stop
but she can not
The curse fills her
Her skin crawls
Flowers pop from her skin
She lays in the field
dead.
The girl finds herself in front of a strange man in a hall of clouds
The man strong and tall
The man said
"Hello, do you know why you are here?"
the young girl shook her head no
The man with a surprised face says
"You are here because you are different"
The girl, in the most timid voice asks
"Have I died sir?"
The man says
"Yes, but you have become much greater now."
The girl tilts her head in a manner of confussion
"You are a goddess now my child."
The man said to her
"Your powers were those of a goddess"
The girl asks
"Sir, may I ask who you are?"
He nods his head and smiles
"I am the great god, Zeus, Father of all gods and goddess"
The girl asks
"I am dreaming?"
Zeus responds
"You answer that"
The man and the clouds become blurred
They all disappear
The girl is in a dark room
nothing but her
The girl hears the sound of her panicked sister
"Abigail, Abigail!" "Abigail Wake Up!
The girl awakens
However
Instead of being in the flowers
She is in a hospital bed
"Where am i"
The girl says in a quiet voice
Her sister says
"you're in the hospital, remember?"
"No, How long have i been here"
Abigail snaps back
"A year"
Abigail's face grew dull
"What happened"
she asked
"You passed out in the flowers... and"
"And...?"
she said scared
Her sister passes a mirror
She understands
Her body covered in flowers
Beautifully horrible
Her powers had eaten her
Flowers aren't beautful
they are powerful.
Like the saying
"Black isn't depressing, It's poetic"
Story By xXGothicXx
Gender | Female |
Format | Java |
Model | Alex |
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