White Roses Chapter 21 Part 1/2 by TheEchoingSoul, literature
Literature
White Roses Chapter 21 Part 1/2
“It is not the language of painters but the language of nature which one should listen to, the feeling for the things themselves, for reality, is more important than the feeling for pictures."- Vincent Van Gogh
Aphotic neon sable blue and purple briar weaves through ebon creases and grooves. A flash of sincerity touches but a moment at the pools; it is done away with fragmentation and internal strife. The frail existence of admiration and acceptance is abandoned for torment and damned phantasmatic gore.
Tribulation befalls them! This poor soul cast away from deliverance, stripped of hearth, tainted by man, and the psychosis of sins!
White Roses Chapter 21 Part 2/2 by TheEchoingSoul, literature
Literature
White Roses Chapter 21 Part 2/2
The grass rustled, the somber song lost on the reticent witnesses of a nightmare, but it does not break the awed ambiance – the silent storm.
The trenches of poignant trepidation did not lessen the shock or the sinking realization that Ib was no longer there – she had been swallowed by the chasm. The image of Cycloptic Smile strangling and casting her aside was burned into their retinas and would surely fuel many nightmares to come.
Ire burned to life as the shock subsided, but Amelia’s hot tears and pained yelling ebbed into harsh crying. Her shaky legs couldn't support her weight and she dropped to her knees, but her hand