There was once a normal little girl named Emily growing up in the early 1800's. She had a normal family and a normal life. It was said that when she was pure-hearted, her long, jet black hair would dance on the tips of the wind like feathers. She had her mother's complexion, they say. Soft, peach-colored skin and finely detailed, rosy cheeks. Her warm hazel eyes would sparkle in the afternoon sun. Emily was a worshipper of God, just like all the other villagers. Evry night, she prayed to God for a glorious new day to follow that day. And every night, her prayer was answered. She would feed the chickens in the morning, and play in the fields with her little sister, Mary, and her best friend, Lily. At night, she would eat supper with her family and pray to God. So every day it continued. Until one fatefull day... to be continued...
Algun Dia · Sun Oct 02, 2005 @ 04:18am · 0 Comments |