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Post by Wynter Willow on Jul 14, 2011 7:42:14 GMT
Wynter felt at peace out here in the garden when she was all by herself. She had finally been able to sneak away from the doctor and out of the asylum and was enjoying her moments of peace. Her hands rested on her tiny baby bump as she sat on a small stone bench watching the snow drift around her. It was starting to become spring, she could smell it but the snow wouldn't let up still.
"I shouldn't feel this alone here," she murmured to herself running her hand over her stomach.
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Drareg
Ghost 
Cole's Dead Friend
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Post by Drareg on Aug 1, 2011 10:29:49 GMT
The snow on the ground crunched under the feet of what felt like another human being walking by. But, alas, there was no one. No one tangible or visible anyway.
It walked through the dying garden as if it had something to do and somewhere to go, when really it was simply wandering. It had been in the Asylum without the chance to explore it's new home for quite some time.
It ended it's walk as it came to one of the rotted wooden benches. The old wood groaned as the being sat, despite the fact that no weight was put on it at all. An ode to the age and upkeep of the poor bench.
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Post by Wynter Willow on Aug 1, 2011 23:27:24 GMT
Wynter's head shot towards the sound of feet coming toward her. "Who could that be?" she said thinking out loud. She didn't see anyone so she figured it was just one of those noises that happen naturally. That is, until she heard the creeking of one of the old wood benches near her. She looked around frantically, a bit freaked out by the sudden noises.
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