Finish The Story
Sept. 29 - Oct. 3
Beginning - It was nighttime, way past midnight, and the full moon ahead made the snow that rested on the bare and palid trees glimmered beautifuly. Even the blood - that stained its surface, a dark crimson against all its purity - was awe-striking, though in a morbid sense. Angeline stumbled through the forest, the thickets of sharp and clenching black rose bushes clawing at her red dress. She looked behind her to see if she'd lost her persuer. Then she tripped...
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