Chapter One
Icy cold wind ripped through the sky. Dark and purple was the sky, black swirling clouds covering up the only source of natural light. Most of the streetlamps in this area were broken. The houses were tattered and old. Window blinds had been torn apart showing the emptiness inside, with no light coming back out. No one lived here anymore, it was said to be one of the most haunted streets in the city.
It used to be such a fine estate. Beautiful suited it more. These homes were once posh and proper, where the richer people used to live. Indeed, it would still be so very pretty if the estate had been taken care of, but alas, no longer it was.
One of these certain houses was still like the older days. In fact a few were. These were on the border of the city. This house shone. It was delicate and painted swan white. The only hints of colour were on the door and around the windowpanes. This colour was her favourite, blue. The house was destined for her, and so she lived in it. The other houses were an emerald green, except for where the white stood. This house was tall and proud, if they held housing competitions, it would win. In my opinion, it was the finest looking house in the whole of the city. I liked it because she lived there, peacefully.
Although I had known her for a while now, not once had I stepped inside her home. Not once had I dared to enter the solid wooden door that separated the garden from the street. I was there now, looking before me. I could see the garden a little bit. One of the lights was on and a few beams lay across the ground. I saw the grass, cut neatly and kept short. A few Sakura trees around the fence deep in blossom as it was mid-spring. I loved those cherry trees, because she liked them, and I would do everything I could to like what she did so she would like me the way I liked her. I don't know if that actually makes any sense but that's how I feel, and in my mind how I feel and how she feels are the feelings that matter. To me anyway. I could also make out a cool blue pond. It sparkeled in the little moonlight and the light from the window. The wind was still harsh, bt inside that garden it seemed alot calmer, and alot more beautiful.
I looked toward the window that had a light. There she was. Standing there, just looking out at the garden nothing special really. I wanted to go in and talk to her, but I couldn't because I was afraid. Plus it was already late and I should be going home. I couldn't move. I was mesmerized just looking at her. Her red hair was flowing way past her shoulders; her eyes held that same old glint of determination. I wasn't that close but I could still see it. She was wearing a light blue top showing off her creamy white shoulders. I sighed and tore my eyesight away. She'll never be mine, ever. I didn't think she would ever know just how I feel about her. She knew I cared, but she didn't know I cared as much as I did. She was beautiful; she could have anyone she wanted, so picking me automatically left that list.
I left, leaving her behind. The rest of the street behind and made my way toward my house.
This is just a taster. Tell me if you think I should make a story out of this, do you think it sounds any good? Let me Know!
Icy cold wind ripped through the sky. Dark and purple was the sky, black swirling clouds covering up the only source of natural light. Most of the streetlamps in this area were broken. The houses were tattered and old. Window blinds had been torn apart showing the emptiness inside, with no light coming back out. No one lived here anymore, it was said to be one of the most haunted streets in the city.
It used to be such a fine estate. Beautiful suited it more. These homes were once posh and proper, where the richer people used to live. Indeed, it would still be so very pretty if the estate had been taken care of, but alas, no longer it was.
One of these certain houses was still like the older days. In fact a few were. These were on the border of the city. This house shone. It was delicate and painted swan white. The only hints of colour were on the door and around the windowpanes. This colour was her favourite, blue. The house was destined for her, and so she lived in it. The other houses were an emerald green, except for where the white stood. This house was tall and proud, if they held housing competitions, it would win. In my opinion, it was the finest looking house in the whole of the city. I liked it because she lived there, peacefully.
Although I had known her for a while now, not once had I stepped inside her home. Not once had I dared to enter the solid wooden door that separated the garden from the street. I was there now, looking before me. I could see the garden a little bit. One of the lights was on and a few beams lay across the ground. I saw the grass, cut neatly and kept short. A few Sakura trees around the fence deep in blossom as it was mid-spring. I loved those cherry trees, because she liked them, and I would do everything I could to like what she did so she would like me the way I liked her. I don't know if that actually makes any sense but that's how I feel, and in my mind how I feel and how she feels are the feelings that matter. To me anyway. I could also make out a cool blue pond. It sparkeled in the little moonlight and the light from the window. The wind was still harsh, bt inside that garden it seemed alot calmer, and alot more beautiful.
I looked toward the window that had a light. There she was. Standing there, just looking out at the garden nothing special really. I wanted to go in and talk to her, but I couldn't because I was afraid. Plus it was already late and I should be going home. I couldn't move. I was mesmerized just looking at her. Her red hair was flowing way past her shoulders; her eyes held that same old glint of determination. I wasn't that close but I could still see it. She was wearing a light blue top showing off her creamy white shoulders. I sighed and tore my eyesight away. She'll never be mine, ever. I didn't think she would ever know just how I feel about her. She knew I cared, but she didn't know I cared as much as I did. She was beautiful; she could have anyone she wanted, so picking me automatically left that list.
I left, leaving her behind. The rest of the street behind and made my way toward my house.
This is just a taster. Tell me if you think I should make a story out of this, do you think it sounds any good? Let me Know!