The night of hauntings is nearly upon the little town in which I live. I cannot say that I am not anxious to be out wandering the streets. The little gothic witch shall be with friends and the one she loves, and yet, through the curfew set by the mother witch, fun will be had, and the hauntings will commence. At school tomorrow though, I doubt they will be as happy towards my New Year, once they see how I am dressed.
A gown of black with designs of the celts. Hair pulled back into a braid with strands hanging in my face. Lips of black that sparkle with blood red droplets, and eyes of a darkened orange. Or atleast that is the plans for my eyes. They have been quite forbidding lately and tis difficult to deal with them and being so sensitive towards the harsh light of the sun.
The night in which I shall go upon my hauntings, I will appear in a different way. Cape that wisps gently among the ground, hair still within it's braid, eyes that are either brown or orange. A sleeveless turtle neck shall be my top and a light tan pair of cargo pants shall be my pants. I shall be a hunter of the night, and a seeker for the fun and dark. Halloween, I warn you now. Be prepared for the witch of the future...
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Words of Silence
The words that are silent during the day, shall be spoken and heard through the night.
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