Forest Child
Biscuit Tin HouseMy surroundings are whited out, like an unfinished painting, as though mother nature had given up. The spindly dark trees, hunched down in humiliation while the heavy snow piled up on its delicate frame. They would occasionally phase in and out of the painting and become engulfed by a sombre abyss, that not even the moon could lighten. All you could see were their long, thin fingers reaching out to me, hoping I could save them. Along their twiggy arms, glass-rimmed leaves feebly clung, they knew they wouldn't last long. I couldn’t save them, I could barely save myself.
The wind began to become restless, the screaming whispers of the storm drove past my ears and danced in my gown. Below me, the crystalline floor crunched under the pressure of my bulky boots. The grass blades that were suffocated by the killer snow now took their last breath as I horizontally marched for safety. Safety stood before me in the form of a cottage, she welcomed me warmly with her motherly love. Glowing bricks were carefully stacked and entwined with ivy, sealed in a gem-like casing. Windows lining the home were balmy and her interior was beautifully arranged. Her alluring, bright ruby door was dazzling from what little light the moon could produce. The golden knocker was shaped as a majestic fawn, its small, beady eyes glistened reassuringly. The picturesque cottage looked as though it belonged on a tin of delicious biscuits, similar to a biscuit, it was comforting and I couldn't resist it.Feb 1, 2021
The wind began to become restless, the screaming whispers of the storm drove past my ears and danced in my gown. Below me, the crystalline floor crunched under the pressure of my bulky boots. The grass blades that were suffocated by the killer snow now took their last breath as I horizontally marched for safety. Safety stood before me in the form of a cottage, she welcomed me warmly with her motherly love. Glowing bricks were carefully stacked and entwined with ivy, sealed in a gem-like casing. Windows lining the home were balmy and her interior was beautifully arranged. Her alluring, bright ruby door was dazzling from what little light the moon could produce. The golden knocker was shaped as a majestic fawn, its small, beady eyes glistened reassuringly. The picturesque cottage looked as though it belonged on a tin of delicious biscuits, similar to a biscuit, it was comforting and I couldn't resist it.Feb 1, 2021
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