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#WritcoStoryPrompt8
The picture in the frame held a lot of memories. Some good, some sad. Her tired eyes roamed over it one last time before she tossed it in the fire. It was time to start afresh, if that were so easy. I couldnt stop staring at that red horizon dim with every stroke fading out. Knowing it was time to leave the museum, i walked away giving it one last look. The snow pored in as i opened the doors with the many frozen body's reaching out. This cold desolate world of ice killed many with its never ending snow. Their very faces filled with determination as it took them in...and now....me and this deafening cold wind. "Dont stop....not yet....not yet" i tell myself repeatedly past the high snow ever slowly till the world ends.
© 6SGen
The picture in the frame held a lot of memories. Some good, some sad. Her tired eyes roamed over it one last time before she tossed it in the fire. It was time to start afresh, if that were so easy. I couldnt stop staring at that red horizon dim with every stroke fading out. Knowing it was time to leave the museum, i walked away giving it one last look. The snow pored in as i opened the doors with the many frozen body's reaching out. This cold desolate world of ice killed many with its never ending snow. Their very faces filled with determination as it took them in...and now....me and this deafening cold wind. "Dont stop....not yet....not yet" i tell myself repeatedly past the high snow ever slowly till the world ends.
© 6SGen
