It's gray. It's always been so gray.
The beating ハート, 心 that searched for what it believed to be a forever, only to be led astray.
The beating ハート, 心 full of warm belief,
Now an iceberg of 苦い regret, the surface a shallow reflection of the depths that rest beneath.
The smiling mask distorts the image of the surface, betraying the eyes.
The rigid, cold structure reduced to a cube of ice.
A problem crippled and crumbled into "I'm fine."
If the eyes are windows to the soul, then these windows have been fogged and cracked.
If the eyes are the windows to the soul, then within these, behind the mist, is only numbness.
The deadened sensation, a blizzard of アナと雪の女王 rain that fell from above yet also a frosted terrain absent of what should have been below.
Oh woe is joy.
Oh woe is anger.
Oh woe is even sorrow.
Oh woe is it all, for life is white and death be black.
But what dies as it lives is torment. What walks through the motions of living is already dead.
And what lives through the motions of the dead, through both the black and white...
Is gray.
The beating ハート, 心 that searched for what it believed to be a forever, only to be led astray.
The beating ハート, 心 full of warm belief,
Now an iceberg of 苦い regret, the surface a shallow reflection of the depths that rest beneath.
The smiling mask distorts the image of the surface, betraying the eyes.
The rigid, cold structure reduced to a cube of ice.
A problem crippled and crumbled into "I'm fine."
If the eyes are windows to the soul, then these windows have been fogged and cracked.
If the eyes are the windows to the soul, then within these, behind the mist, is only numbness.
The deadened sensation, a blizzard of アナと雪の女王 rain that fell from above yet also a frosted terrain absent of what should have been below.
Oh woe is joy.
Oh woe is anger.
Oh woe is even sorrow.
Oh woe is it all, for life is white and death be black.
But what dies as it lives is torment. What walks through the motions of living is already dead.
And what lives through the motions of the dead, through both the black and white...
Is gray.
Once i was having a 日 dream about this story. And it brang me to this. A story about AshleyxDamon.
Chapter 1: Sunset
Sitting in an oak tree,a young 13 年 old was 書く a letter to her father in Tokyo. He was doing research. Then her twin Austin came. "What are あなた doing here?," she asked. "I 愛 the sunset", Austin said. "That's why i'm here," Ashley said. They watched the beautiful sunset and went in they're vintage home. "Ashley who is the letter for,"Austin asked. " Dad," she answered. "Dinner あなた guys," there mother said. And they went inside.
Credit to breebree446
Kalie's P.O.V
we saw the zombies coming our direction.we got our arrows ready. we were slowly walkinng when Anny falls on a coprse. we saw it was the scientist,. she screams in a high pitched. i wuickly cover her mouth. one zombie came によって the pale grey skin. peeled bloody patches. white grey eyes. the rotten meat odor. i shoot it wtih the bullet. the blood flying. we went runnig. so we were the only ones alive. thats why the testers wanted us. they thought we were effected. well we are clean. for now. we kept running the growling of zombies behind us. i trun and see one of them grab anny's neck. i shoot them and they fall guts going. i grab her and check her. luckily she was alright. i sigh in relief and carry her over my shoulder. we were runnig when their was a cliff. now what?
we saw the zombies coming our direction.we got our arrows ready. we were slowly walkinng when Anny falls on a coprse. we saw it was the scientist,. she screams in a high pitched. i wuickly cover her mouth. one zombie came によって the pale grey skin. peeled bloody patches. white grey eyes. the rotten meat odor. i shoot it wtih the bullet. the blood flying. we went runnig. so we were the only ones alive. thats why the testers wanted us. they thought we were effected. well we are clean. for now. we kept running the growling of zombies behind us. i trun and see one of them grab anny's neck. i shoot them and they fall guts going. i grab her and check her. luckily she was alright. i sigh in relief and carry her over my shoulder. we were runnig when their was a cliff. now what?
this is a ファン fiction of the novel, Darker Still, によって Leanna Renee Hieber.
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Disclaimer: Ms. Hieber own the rights to the book Darker Still.
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Summary: In New York, 1880, Natalie Stewart fell in 愛 with Lord Denbury, known as Johnathon Whitby to family and close friends, who was trapped in a painting; and under a curse. With the help of family friend, Evelyn Northe, she is able to free him, and they leave the state.
But history repeats itself.
Now, in present 日 New York, 13 年 old Katia Whitby (Natalie's Greatx6 granddaughter)has become entranced によって a painting which seems oddly alive. Katia is also mute, like Natalie was. She seems to some of the same abilities that her great-great-great-great-great-great grandmother did. Because her father works for the local museum of art, she's able to see the incredible painting with which she's obsessed もっと見る often. But is that really best?
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Disclaimer: Ms. Hieber own the rights to the book Darker Still.
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Summary: In New York, 1880, Natalie Stewart fell in 愛 with Lord Denbury, known as Johnathon Whitby to family and close friends, who was trapped in a painting; and under a curse. With the help of family friend, Evelyn Northe, she is able to free him, and they leave the state.
But history repeats itself.
Now, in present 日 New York, 13 年 old Katia Whitby (Natalie's Greatx6 granddaughter)has become entranced によって a painting which seems oddly alive. Katia is also mute, like Natalie was. She seems to some of the same abilities that her great-great-great-great-great-great grandmother did. Because her father works for the local museum of art, she's able to see the incredible painting with which she's obsessed もっと見る often. But is that really best?