Through the sharp air a flaky torrent flies, Mocks the slow sight, and hides the gloomy skies...Hey everyone, I'm gonna try writing a short story called, "The Anecdotes of Walrus River Middle School." Here's the first part:
It was a dark and stormy night. But despite that, the accursed school of Walrus River Middle School was calm and eerie. It's victims of home safe and sound, sleeping the dark away, only to wake up and have to go back to the torture house of education during the day.
A girl with soaking ginger hair and piercing blue eyes simply stood in the storm on a saturated patio. She looked up at the vastly black and endless sky. Rain and wind whipped at her face. She knew something was about to happen. Something big.
That's the prologue. I hope to be able to write more later on. Comment all you want!
-Mono
...the fleecy clouds their chilly bosoms bare, And shed their substance on the floating air.
