Short story, in english.
- okay, first some information. I am not planning on posting many stories here, but since I use my other blog ( http://interstoryactive.wordpress.com ) for a long story, I cannot post short stories there, because it will get confusing. Also, this story is in english, just because I liked writing in english today. -
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The girl stares outside. Outside is little fun to have for one above the age of thirteen. Snow is falling in dense packs, the wind is blowing cold and fierce. Outside is not the place to be. I can see it in her eyes. She is thinking of something, an other world perhaps. One where the sun is shining, and the most beautiful creatures show themselves whilst resting in the warmth of the sun. Maybe also she is thinking of the world above the clouds, where angels fly and hover, and where temperatures never drop below fifteen degrees celtigrade. The earthly winters are not made for mankind. Mankind wants spring. Every year, every autumn, people are hoping for snow. They want to have a white christmas, and the ability to make snowmen. Then, after the first snow has dissapeared, the troubles are gone and the cold is moving, then it is when the people are happy. But something is not. It wants revenge. It makes it snow again, and again. And the people get pissed, angry as some of them die. I can see it in her eyes. She has gotten revenge.
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- This is a very very short story, written by me in my mathemathics class (sorry sir (A) ) I hope you like it, and if you do, please tell me so I know if I should continue 
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- I have reread the story multiple times now, and have begun to dislike the bad grammar (it still was on purpose, but ah well…) for some reason I want to rewrite it. I will leave the first version online too, just to show you the differences. -
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The girl is staring outside. There is not much to do outside for one above the age of thirteen. Snow is falling in dense packs, the wind is blowing cold and fierce. Outside is not the place to be. I can see it in her eyes. She is thinking of something, an other world perhaps. One where the sun is shining, and the most beautiful creatures show themselves whilst resting in the warmth of the sun. Maybe she is thinking of the world above the clouds, where angels fly and hover, and where temperatures never drop below fifteen degrees. The earthly winters are not made for mankind. Mankind wants spring. Every year, every autumn, people are hoping for snow. They want to have a white christmas, and the ability to make snowmen. Then, after the first snow has dissapeared, the troubles are gone and the cold is moving away, then it is when the people are happy. But something is not. It wants revenge. It makes the snow fall again, and again. And the people get angry as some of them die. I can see it in her eyes. She has gotten revenge.
She…is winter.