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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic
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Submitted: August 25, 2010

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Seeing the sunset coming to an end is bliss, and to a colour blind person it`s black and white but still bliss, however to a person who is possessed is a different matter. The wounded roses began to emerge, from the torture and torment ;( at last), oozing out blood from the centre of each suffering rose as a sign of pain and agony. This was a warning for those who know, that they have come for their one. Waking up children & making them march through the killed flowers. Their bones tremble, as their souls are being taken away in exchange to live for eternity. Amongst, these marching children were two twins named Bliss and Fredo Storm, they where the most unusual type of twins as one was destined to become someone and the other to be the sheep, to follow round the other, to be the slave. Bliss and Frodo storm were honoured to be unusual as it meant they were not normal as normal is, nothing. The twins were orphans, since there mum was killed in a disastrous mistake of one’s clumsiness. Bliss and Frodo marched among the others, quietly despite the fear they all had. Every child there was making wishes of their own, all of which was in their heads with their eyes closed and hands together. Bliss wished hers aloud her wish was a great wish because it was to see her mother for one last time. The dead silence, would have given anyone a deep rumble in there gut, as the silence was unpleasant, enough to make your ears bleed, even from hearing nothing. But to some this awful (dreadful) silence was a warm welcoming. Soon after, there was a big blaze of light. Bliss looked around, to see what was going on she saw she was somewhere else. The atmosphere in the room was uncomfortable, as one would say in a position of uneasiness, the urge of discomfort made Bliss to look up where a body placed . A corpse hanging, like a spider would when making its web, blood dripping from’ its’ frame, as if she was leaking with water and creating a stretched but small stream down in the middle of the room , she was covered red thick tomato juice, as this is what a writer would call its ever so demanding blood. This one illustration has haunted poor little bliss for years, yet while fearing; she appreciated. She took it as a blessing a true call in life that’s so far not understandable. An inspiration. The sunset coming to a close is delight, to a colour blind individual it`s black and white but still paradise, however to a person who is possessed is a different issue - her real Calling.


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