User blog:Horsyqueen/Story: Red among the white.

Standing on the street corner. It was cold and a frost in the air seemed to nip my cold legs. I was waiting for my friend who was inside the shop, looking for a drink but I had all the stuff I bought anyway. The sky was a white colour like paper and snow was obviously going to fall soon, so I wanted my friend to hurry up so I would not get caught out in the snow.



From behind me I felt a small tug on my skirt. This made me jump and I turned round to see a small girl around the age of 5. She has brown hair and seemed small for her age.



“My sister is hurt” she said in the sweetest voice yet it was slightly hypnotizing. I leaned down to her level.



“Show me where she is then” I said.



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<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: EN">“why not I get some drinks and cookies” I said so I walked out of the room a quick as I could. I was in the kitchen sorting out everything. The house was so quiet. I got the nicest tray I could find. It was my mums from when she went to japan before I was born. She loved Japan but she died before going back there.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: EN">I walked back into the room carrying drinks but opening the door I saw a horrid site. Blood everywhere, the couch was stained with it. My brother I think dead but he had his guts gnawed out. The floor was a mess too. In the middle of it all was a fox. This fox was a white artic fox I think but larger. It had 6 tails and a mask on. The mask was pretty and had been painted really well.

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<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align:none; text-autospace:none"><span lang="EN" style="mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-ansi-language: EN">A feeling fell over me like darkness had settled down there. I made a step back even if my feet felt like led. The fox suddenly stood up. Its back now arched like a cats would. I knew I had to get out but I couldn’t.

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