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The Keeper by dreamelancholia, literature
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The Keeper
Ai-la came to me when she was eight years old, dressed in a faded hospital gown, with her feet and arms bare and littered with coloured Band-Aids from IV drips. Other than being remarkably short and skinny, there was nothing peculiar about her appearance—she was yet another child who had unfortunately fallen ill to a fatal disease.
When I first found her outside the House in the dead of night, she was staring blankly at the black sky and shivering. I was immediately able to tell she was a newcomer by the look of her skin, translucent but slowly becoming an opaque white beneath the light of the gold lanterns.
“There are no stars
Sacrifice by krasivyy0protektor, literature
Literature
Sacrifice
A frail young girl sits in the middle of a meadow, her long black hair soaked from the down poor of rain. Her once lively eyes now deep, dark, and empty of life and any emotion. Her porcelain face drained of color, and as blank as a clear white paper. Surrounding her, a pool of crimson blood thickening as rivers of the warmed liquid flowed from her slit wrist. Laughter filled the air as a group of teens walked away from the meadow, the same teens responsible for the girl’s current state. They had manipulated her, promised her friendship and companionship and a game they could all play together. Instead of befriending the young girl, onc
