Snow and red crimson
The snowflakes were falling slowly and peacefully on the cold winter night. The blanket of white covered the ground. Everyone seemed to be sleeping, except for the little snowflakes.
The streets were quiet. Nothing was herd except for footsteps and humming. There was a little girl walking home. The little child seemed to be the only thing with life in the cold winter night. The girl was humming a little tune and putting a little skip in her step. She did not know what was going to happen as a pair of eyes was watching her as she walk by not even noticing the banger she was in.
White hair swaying form one side to the other looked like silver in the moonlight. Light skin that looked much like the snow if not for the beige and light pink undertone. Her eyes a light blue almost white. They looked fragile as if they would break any minute, but so full of life that they just couldn`t break.
The shadow then ran forth and raised a blade towards the child. The girl looked back hearing the sound of steps.
A cry of pain and fright rang out in to the cold winter night.
Blood splashed on the street of the quiet night. The red blood and the white snow. A symphony of two colors.
There was not a sound in the dark. No humming, no footsteps, no nothing. Not a single life on the street. Only a dark silence and silver light reflected from the moon.
The little girl`s presence was gone…
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I'm waiting for you to tell me what you think about this. I'm not sure what this exactly is, but it just was in my head one day and I thought that I should write it down. It makes no sense what so ever.