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> Hope is the only thing stronger then fear
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> -Suzanne Collins

# The Fallen

(inspired by Nappy and a song I wrote, the first song in Lynx's Weird Songs.)

Jaya Nisiri looked out into the park. It was the dead of night, and was almost time to meet him, Jackie.

(WIP)

# Frost

She looked through the window of her small apartment. The world was covered in a soft, white blanket of snow. It was a terrible metaphor, really. Snow wasn’t soft or like a blanket. It was *cold*, so horribly cold. She opened her door and stepped out.

She exhaled. Her breath was visible in the cold night air. She was afraid – afraid of everything in the cold: hypothermia, frostbite, wolves, polar bears, ice breaking under her feet…

…the limp body of her sister sinking into the cold water of the lake…

She shook her head, determined not to think about that. She stepped into the forest nearby. It was still and quiet – so *unnatural*, that it sent a chill running down her spine. She walked until she got to the lake.

The lake where her sister had sunk down, down, down, disappearing into the icy blue water.

She stood at the edge and closed her eyes.

When she opened them, her sister was standing at the other side of the lake. Or rather, her sister’s *ghost.*

She looked terrible. She had worn two layers of clothes on the day she died, but now she only wore a ragged, ripped gown. It was dripping wet. Her hair was stringy, and her eyes were dull. Her teeth were falling out, but it was Layla’s sister.

It was Genevieve. She had drowned seven years ago. Layla smiled at her sister, and Genevieve smiled back.

Layla tentatively put her foot on the ice, ready to embrace her sister.
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# Mona

The silver beams of moonlight shone brighter and brighter as the moon arose, wrapped in the purple blankets of twilight. Stars began to glisten as the sun descended, disappearing along the horizon. Soon the last bit of light died, allowing the night sky to work its magic on the world. The crickets stopped chirping, the birds stopped singing, and the squirrels stopped chattering.

Mona watched the moon rise. She fingered the silver pendant around her neck, then tore it off.

He had left her, and for what? For nothing. He had given up her and all the riches of the kingdom for a puny peasant who was dead now. Mona looked at it.

It was a silver locket in the shape of a rose. It was beautiful, but it reminded her of him.

She opened it, looking at the engraving it held.

*M+L.*

She held it for a little while, building up strength and power. She raised her arm and threw it over the railing, listening to the pleasing slash it made as it sliced into the ocean.

# Untitled

> I don't have a title for this xD
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> Lynx

The rose had been trying to touch the sky for years now. It was beautiful, a lush red.

It did not know the fate that awaited it.

It stretched out its stem, growing taller and taller. It dreamt that it would be the tallest and most beautiful flower in the world.

It did not know that its dreams would be shattered.

The land surrounding it was barren and broken from the war. It was the only thing of color in the landscape.

There was a loud clashing of boots nearby, stomping over the land. Destroying it.

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