OfOneSoul

The harmony never came. Strings and trilling flutes were mute like an empty swan song. She stood in arabesque. Her body leaning forward and her leg and arms extended. A perfect ballerina atop a child's music box preparing to pirouette endlessly. It was almost like a page of sheet music without notes or crescendos. She was enveloped by stillness. Ruptured by the void. Frozen in eternal silence. Her form wavered. Gusts and rain gave way. The world around her transformed and colors rose and tumbled. Bright reds faded into orange. Grass grew and the winds blew bending life into decay. Her breast fell and her knee rose. Her heel lifted

The harmony never came. Strings and trilling flutes were mute like an empty swan song. She stood in arabesque. Her body leaning forward and her leg and arms extended. A perfect ballerina atop a child's music box preparing to pirouette endlessly. It was almost like a page of sheet music without notes or crescendos. She was enveloped by stillness. Ruptured by the void. Frozen in eternal silence. Her form wavered. Gusts and rain gave way. The world around her transformed and colors rose and tumbled. Bright reds faded into orange. Grass grew and the winds blew bending life into decay. Her breast fell and her knee rose. Her heel lifted

"He's probably dead," Roger exclaimed as the two kittens giggled mischievously behind him. Krystal and Amanda had arrived at Coleman Park appropriately attired for the evening. Their previously decided-upon costumes seemed much sexier in person than when Roger was helping them choose outfits at Wal-Mart. Being the edgy person that he was, he had politely declined their offer of buying a disguise for him. He had never celebrated the holiday, and instead purchased a t-shirt that furthered his rebelliousness with bright yellow text that read, 'I don't do costumes.' His head down and his hands in his pockets, he paced himself up the paved hill