In the middle of the Antarctic continent stood a lone base. Isolated from society and civilization, it stood there by itself, only a handful of permanent residents residing there; including the sparse amount of workers.
Inside the base was a mansion, one so elegant that it was fit for a king and queen. The main staircase was covered in a red lush carpet that gave the room a majestic air to it. The floors were pure white marble and the railings were made out of the finest wood. Farther inside the marvelous building lay a set of bedrooms that had a connecting door. The rooms were almost identical, themed the same way with the royal twin beds with the purple silk sheets and a canopy that dropped down if needed.
The rooms were decorated with lavish furniture and beautiful antique dolls, each piece of furniture decorated with such intricate detail that it made the eyes sore from staring in awe at its beauty. On top of this floor, however, was a simple wooden rustic attic that looked over the pearly Antarctic landscape. Portraits of the deceased previous family masters hung on the walls and a large wooden dinner table was centered in the room, far too big for simply a family of three.
At the back of the attic, by the only window where the bright Antarctic sun shone in, sat two children; a boy and a girl. They sat beside each other, shoulder to shoulder, dressed in the fanciest uniforms imagined; each one considered dress attire. The boy, in a black regal suit, had a dragonfly twitching between his youthful fingers. Beams of light from the window bounced off of his and the girl's light blonde tresses, casting a whitish light which reflected off the children's shiny hair.
Slowly, the boy plucked off the dragonfly's wings, one by one, watching it writhe in his grasp, helpless, unable to get away. The girl turned her head in interest, observing the insect struggling for release. Without a word, the young boy got up and walked to the edge of the table, directly in front of him, where a metal bucket lay, filled about half way with pebbles, sand, and ants from the girl's ant colony.
The boy simply released his grasp once his right hand ghosted above the bucket, and let the dragonfly fall to its doom. The boy leaned down toward the bucket slightly to get a better look of what was going on, the sight of the gathering ants intriguing him. Suddenly the girl got up, her white skirt swishing to and fro as she too approached the bucket, also leaning forward to see.
After a few seconds of watching the dragonfly get eaten to death by the ants, the girl turned her head, strands of her platinum blonde hair falling from her back to her shoulders, gently, as she slowly faced the boy, who also turned his head. They shared a brief smile, knowing that their memories would always last, before the camera that recorded those memories shut off, capturing a beautiful moment in time for the two children.
Authors Note: Sorry for the horrid writer's block I've acquired lately.
I'm reading my old stories and I am very disappointed in myself. I don't like how OOC I made the characters and I don't like how many errors I made.
Expect a lot of story deleting and revising in the upcoming month.