Amber awoke at dawn her eyes darted around the room. Her sister's bed was empty she quickly shifted her gaze towards the window, she cringed as the guttural screech of rusted hinges echoed inside her head. Hesitantly Amber crept towards the windowsill she could feel her blood pump sending a pulse through her fingertips. She gazed outside she could just make out the silhouette of her sister in the misty mourning brume. Amber ran through the frosty meadow and perched herself behind a cherry blossom as she gazed at the gloomy figure. She saw the silhouettes outstretched hand but as its pale skin touched the moonlight. It shattered into thousands of light fragments that danced and froliced with the wind until they slowly faded out amongst the stars.
By Zoe
Hi Zoe.I just want to tell you what a great author you are.Be careful with your spelling,I noticed that you spelt morning wrong.Some of those words are astounding actually most of those words.I loved this story.
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