Day of the Dead- Chapter 1
A wolf howled far off in the distance. A soft breeze rustled the huge trees and what was left of their leaves.
Angela shivered, partly in fear, partly in cold. White snowflakes fell around her, landing softly in her hair and dress. She glanced up at the bright moon. It casted a dim light over the terrifyingly dark woods.
"Where is he?" She whispered to herself.
Angela willed herself not to do it, but clear tears dripped down her perfectly made up face.
They had promised to meet here, under the monstrous oak. Angela looked down. Rose petals were lying by her feet. She examined her bouquet. The roses, which used to be some of the prettiest flowers she had ever seen in her life, were now crumpled and droopy.
Ten more minutes, she allowed. Yet, the more time that went by, the more her tears fell. Ten minutes went by and another ten were given. Angela stepped over to the small creek that ran through the hilly grounds. Ice had glossed over the surface of the water. She looked at her reflection in the limited light that was granted. Her white dress still was holding up. When she had first tried on her mother's old dress she had been shocked it fit so perfectly. Maybe she and her mom were more alike than she had dared to ever think. Of course, her mom would have never pulled such a dangerous stunt, like the one Angela was pulling now. Angela glanced up at the moon wistfully and bit her lip. Well, it didn't look like much was going to happen tonight. Her mom didn't have to worry.
A shadow caught her eye.
Angela's heart jumped. The biggest smile appeared on her face, sending away her previous tears.
"I knew you'd-"
It was black.
Naggyaggy here! Thanks for reading.
I do not own Harvest Moon- all rights go to the original owners.
I do not own the movie "The Corpse Bride"- all rights go to the original owners.
Chapter 2 shall be longer, don't worry!