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Winter Newman wasn’t in the supermarket anymore.

The silence was deafening. The lack of movement was dire as if everything had retreated somewhere without her knowing. Lurking there, waiting to take a hit o her; scream at her ears, tell her to get out.

Then, she heard a deep thud, engine faintly whirring across where she stood. Sound bounced between the walls she couldn’t see. Blaring white light followed immediately, flashing straight at her, almost blinding. It illuminated the path where she stood, making the white tiles visible. The rest of the area was still drowned in darkness, swallowing the light trying to reach in.

The cart was gone. Nina was gone. She was definitely, horrendously, alone.

Winter closed her eyes then, chanting to herself. Praying for light, hoping to wake herself up if this had been a dream. Please, she pleaded. Please.

Note: Thank you for reading! It needs more...uh...description and creepiness? Hahaha—Have a great day/night!

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Winter Newman was an adorable child, he thought. Nothing like the girl he met weeks ago. In the photographs, it showed him a young girl in short lopsided ponytails, clinging to her parents. Her smiles and laughs were wide, letting her gums peek beneath her lips. Her eyes bright and full of wonder. If he didn’t know better in the least, he’d think little Winter wasn’t her at all.

He wondered then, if those who vanquished her wandering eyes and contagious smiles were the same ones who’d eradicated his and more. He wondered, if that was a common ground between the two of them. And if he could exploit it to break down her walls. See her for who she really was.

Note: Another rough draft from what I wrote...this week? This is the first time Sky visits Winter at her house, of course, with Dylan and Nina. Thank you for reading! Have a great day/night! :)

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He went quiet after mentioning his sister. But he didn’t stop talking. Winter—although she would deny it—had noticed him mutter a sort of prayer to himself. It made her start to wonder about him. About his sister. She had the urge to ask him so suddenly. Is she…dead? What happened to her? Was she young? Did she get sick? When she found herself about to utter a word, a trail of inquisitive phrases, she stopped herself immediately. Holding at the thought, You’re not friends.

But she wondered, Did he lose his sister like I lost Dad?

Note: Thank you for reading!  Winter is so stubborn, I know.

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Save me.

Her voice echoed throughout the room, close to his ears, as if she’d been standing right here with him. A cry of hope. For salvation. The constant ringing from the depths of his mind, reminding him of his stagnation. It sent shivers down his spine, as if her words called to the chilling wind. The words were eerie inflections, forever embedded in his bones. Provoking the darkest memories before the undertaking.

Note: Thank you for reading! I might revise this one because I’m still not sure if it should be the an opening scene. But I wanted to share this because I’m kind of proud I wrote it. Hahaha. Have a great day/night!

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She believed her mother saw something else that night. But she never spoke of it. Never bothered to talk to a friend. Didn’t deal with it at all. I was just worried, Winter. I couldn’t afford to lose you too, Emelia told her. There were times Winter had caught her slipping out of sight to take some pills.

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Her eyes fluttered, fighting the temptation to sneak a nap. Then the pencil disappeared from her sight to the floor. Winter pushed it a little too close to the edge of her desk. Its impact too loud in the silence of the room. She pushed her chair gently then reached to get the pen back.

Violent wind pushed the sliding window roughly to the side. Winter flinched. Posters fluttered at its touch, tempted to peel away from the walls. The breeze was cold. Too cold. She should have brought her jacket.

When she rose from the floor, everyone was gone.

Note: Emelia might be crazy. Or maybe she’s haunted like her daughter. 👀Thank you for reading! Have a great day/night! 

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Then, Nina whispered something to Dylan, making him lose his smile. The boy then turned his head to the other side saying, “Good morning, Winter.”

Winter smiled lovingly, the most convincing one she could muster for the boy. “Good morning, Dylan. Have you not heard the bell rang? I thought you were such a kiss-ass?” She couldn’t help herself from saying the last bit. It came out naturally.

Dylan didn’t retort, he promised Nina the same thing Winter did. And he’s trying his best.

Thank you for reading! Having a great day/night!

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it was about to spout another word, but winter woke up—sitting straight up, chest heaving, sweaty, and ultimately out of sorts. her cushions were drenched in sweat, it was disgusting. winter never dreamt anything like it, it never reached that point before.

her eyes adjusted to the light seeping through the slit of her curtains. it was daytime and daytime means safety; it means there’s light. no shadows and things that crept in the dark could reach her.