Literature
Shed A Tear
The cold winter breeze ruffled her hair, and snow blew onto her body. She seemed to blend in to the white snow with her deathly pale skin and her tangle of white blonde hair, and one had to squint to discern her from the snow. Everything seemed perfect. But, in all this eerie beauty of the pale girl in the pale world, there was a sense of fear, and death seemed to wait impatiently close by. This girl was only slight, and the snow was slowly burying her. Hypothermia waited to take over her body, and she only had the energy to shiver. Her blue tinted lips shuddered as she whispered two words, "Help
me." But no-one answered, and she seemed