Burngirl
Love blossoms given time. It transforms from a tiny seed into a large oak tree, intertwined with its beloved that sit next to it. Their branches entwining with one another, creating a larger, stronger tree with their two forms. The branches reach toward one goal, the sky.
The sea birds cried out above me. The warm sand told me to calm my nerves, as I lay myself on a bright-colored towel. Now was the time to tan this overly white skin tone I was cursed with the moment I left the womb. A rough breeze threw my hat off my head, wanting the sun to beat onto my head mercilessly.
The skull seemed to glare at her even through empty, dark sockets. Scarlet shied away from the staring centerpiece, surrounded by black feathers and black lace. She turned on her heel only to find herself face to face with the owner of the mansion: her deceased grandfather. His transparent form glistened and gleamed in the waning moonlight streaming through the window revealing his well-kept beard and Victorian fashion.
"Ahhh!"
"Watch out for those spikes, Annie!"
Annie jumped and dodged and weaved, screaming at the top of her lungs. Professor Sanchez could hear the high-pitched sound bounce off the walls of the old Egyptian tomb. He grabbed her as she jumped on the edge, happy to see her safe.
The class clapped after their principal gave his speech, but among those clapping the audience, a few in the back barely made a sound as their hands made contact. The impressed ones were clearly in the front row, clapping the loudest before the principal turned to step off the stage in the auditorium. I sat in the back, clearly unimpressed.
The whistle of the train blew loudly, echoing over the flat terrain. A tear trickled down Sheron's cheek as she remembered the flames that tore through the small village in the valley she left behind. The image of her mother bursting into flames occupied her too much to see the beauty of the desert that lay beyond her train window.
"I honestly don't know what to do, Mike, I mean, she was pleading for her life for God's sake."
"Calm, down Josie. Start from the beginning."
"I went into work like normal."
"Okay."
"And then I stumbled across this woman sitting out front, an officer confronting her about sitting there because she was homeless."
"So what was so bad about that?"
"He took out his baton and threatened to beat her."
"Really, why?"
The bellboy rushed to the scene from the elevator that stood around the corner in the grand hotel. A gorgeous moviestar was sitting on the floor, rubbing her ankle.
"I always believed in true love at first sight, but this is out of my league." He thought as he stooped down, asking out loud, "Ma'am, can I get you water? Anything?"
It was too late, he was already under her spell, her eyes drawing his very soul into her trap.
Her golden hair lifted in the breeze coming through the cobblestone-framed window. The view it offered was glorious: the mountains of Azure framing the blue sky in the far-off distance, the forest of Wanderers nestled at the stony feet, and then the open field stretching to the castle gates.
"It's beautiful, Stefan." She spoke to the boy beside her.
Footsteps echoed down the hall, filled with magnificent artwork that decorated the grand halls. But the sound of a single pair of feet was the only other sound.
The old man sat at his desk, having reached his destination. With a quill in hand, he began scribbling on a clean piece of paper, a contract for the next artist.
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