[musashi]

ok, I'm writting a novel called Fallen and I thought I'd put the prologe up to see what you guys think...If your lucky, I might put up more...

Fallen

Dark was the day, though the sun was suppose to shine and snow was expected to be glistening on the cold ground. But no, the sky was a dark grey, crying unfrozen tears. And instead of a comforting cold, it was an icy cold that made one shiver uncontrolably. Even the smell of the usually pleasent falling rain had an uncalming and aweful stench.

Inside a small one story house, candels burned of maulberry while Christmas dinner was slowly cooking in the oven. A little girl sat in the lonely living room. Though she smiled, her blue eyes carried a hurt and sadness to great for the little girl to remember herself. She was so small and precious. The black hair that sat softly upon her head gently brushed her shoulders. The little girl twiddled her thumbs as her hands rested upon he black dress.

"Come on, darling, it is time for dinner." said the little girl's mother. She approached the child and took her hand, bringing her to the dining room.

"Bless us our lord, for these, our gifts, which we are about to recieve, from thy bounty, through Christ, our lord, Amen." repeated a young boy. After the family ate, they began their after dinner disscussion, when the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it." said a woman. It was the little girl's aunt. She watched as her aunt walked to the door and opened it.

A shot was heard throughout the house, followe by the screams of the family scattering. The little girl sat at the dinner table, tears filling her eyes and flowing down her cheeks as she watched her family murdered. Men shot guns and stabbed knivesuntil, finally, all was silent.

"Come on..." said one of the men and ushered the other three out. None of them noticed the sad little girl, still sitting at the dinner table.

She stared at the partially empty plates and the half empty glasses still left on the table. The candels still burned and the lights were still dim. Everything was still the same, in her mind at least. Though her family members lay in a pool of blood behind her, she kept the memory of their smiling faces in her head.

These memories were interupted by a bang outside. She wiped the tears away from her face and got out of the chair. She grabbed her jacket and wrapped up some food in a little bag. After looking at her family with depressed eyes one last time and blowing kisses to each and every one of them, the little girl left, running from the house. Looking back, the house gleamed of Christmas with lights and happiness, but inside, it cried death. How grey her Christmas was, how sad. Just like the sky, grey and crying.




***thats the prologe, tell me what you think...***