Soft Snow:
Shy walked through the calm, dreary forest; his tail sliding against the snow, leaving a long trail behind him, covering up the light impressions of his paw pads. Crystals of tears rolled down his face, burning his eyes in the cold, crispness of the air. Shy was alone. He never had any friends, and he could tell by now that he wasn't going to be getting any. The swift pain of depression and self guilt stabbed him sharply in the side, leaving him emobile. He fell to his already snow covered knees and cried up towards the sky, "Why am I so alone!?" His head tilt down, his gaze fixating on the white powder in front of him, the frosty wind blowing snow up onto his back. "Why?...." Shy layed down completely, allowing his face and body to sting with the needle like feeling of the cold. Life's outcome seemed so bleak to him now. "Take me away, o thee of the forest, take me, please..." The trees bent in the wait of the soft, solid clouds resting on their branches, and Shy noticed that one of them still had it's leaves dispite all of the cold flurry hitting, tempting, and calling out for it to get rid of them. Lifting himself from the ground, the spiritually lost parra walked over towards the strong tree, and placed his hand on it. "How can you still have your hopes in a time like this?" The wind howled through the air, snow pounding against Shy's ears, but he could have sworn that he heard a faint voice say, "Because I believe that there is hope beyond this Storm..." These words took the doubting parra off guard. Hope? What hope? There was no hope...for....him. .... Shy could feel a strange, yet comforting warmth place itself on his shoulders. The young man didn't want to look, in fear of the feeling leaving, "You really have hope, even through this?" He could hear the same voice again, "I do, and so should you." Shy could feel the warmth enter his body, and a strong sense of hope for the future being born inside of him. His eyes lit up as he looked up at the trees leaves, "Thank you," he peeped quietly at first, but he than shouted it at the top of his lungs, with no fear of being crushed by the snow, "Thank you!" The young parra began to spread his wings for the first time in for what seemed like forever, and began to run through the blurry woods, a new feeling of love for life entering his mind.
i do all kinds of stupid and silly stuff
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