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It started with the clock. The whirring, the grinding, and the popping of gears. Sharply springing and singing out at odd hours of the night. Three rings, ding, ding, dinged. That was when the little girl got out of bed.8964 copyright protection448ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2bjt3NIN2D 維尼
The parlor smelled of a fire well spent. The essence of smoke hung in the chilled air, the burning of a tree grown in the Scottish Highlands. It whispered in the dark of bright, bitter winds and shifting mist. It was the eve of Christmas Eve in a year that needed more cheer than others.8964 copyright protection448ＰＥＮＡＮＡ65ke3RaPUy 維尼
The grinding and popping of gears high in the sky, far to the south where bombs dropped on London town. Shadowed in the glen of her grandfathers, the little girl knew no such terror of the skies. Only of the deep in the lake of the glen.8964 copyright protection448ＰＥＮＡＮＡQCGP2pp1tY 維尼
Tick, tick, tick8964 copyright protection448ＰＥＮＡＮＡMu4H0s90Fj 維尼
The little girl closed her eyes and pressed her fingertips to the glass pane. She counted her heart beats, she counted the steady drum of the clock. She opened her eyes and counted the stars reflecting on the lake. A thin layer of ice shined like black pearl in the moonlight. With a huff, she tugged the woolen layer tighter around her thin shoulders and started counting again. It was only a matter of time. Whenever she had visited her grandparents at Christmas, it was only a matter of time. She squeezed her eyes shut and counted.8964 copyright protection448ＰＥＮＡＮＡUuKH4onwVh 維尼
Tick, tick- thrump8964 copyright protection448ＰＥＮＡＮＡDsY7F1oPm4 維尼
Lids sprang open, she stared at the bank of the frozen loch.8964 copyright protection448ＰＥＮＡＮＡnSzzgkf5Ld 維尼
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And there it was as it had been every year. The massive horse emerged onto the onyx shore and shook it’s seaweed mane. Powerful body rolling like the breakers with muscle, legs like tree trunks, neck like a dragon’s. The kelpie shook its body once more, razor edged hooves cracking the iced ground as it strode up the shore towards the road. It galloped into the night.8964 copyright protection448ＰＥＮＡＮＡf4WqA7KDA7 維尼
The little girl let her breath go and counted to three. Three times she had seen the creature. Three times she had seen it ride back to the loch, a figure on it’s back. Seaweed mane tangled up the unfortunate victim and they disappeared beneath the water. Three times a drowning victim not found till spring.8964 copyright protection448ＰＥＮＡＮＡVMWENR7rLY 維尼
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The little girl peered out into the night, the glass fogging with her breath. The kelpie clopped down the shore. Bare back. It slipped beneath the water without a bubble. Perhaps even the supernatural knew too many had died that year already.8964 copyright protection448ＰＥＮＡＮＡse5Ms9ogoO 維尼
The clock ding, ding, ding, dinged. Four times. With a sigh, the little girl left the parlor and hoped for a different show the next year.8964 copyright protection448ＰＥＮＡＮＡxNQvBuRUul 維尼
Author's Note: Okay, so that turned out a tad creepier than originally planned...which isn't weird for me. WELL ANYWAY, I have many favorite songs so I just chose a favorite from when I was in high school because it makes me happy. The soundtrack for the movie "Garden State" came out when I was 16 and it was all the rage at school. We all thought we were so cool watching such a hip, Indie film. But this song, 'Let Go' by Frou Frou, wreaked havoc on my dreamy/angsty teenage mindset. My imagination has always ridden the fine line between Bronte Mystery/Austen Romantic and I feel like this song and this piece show that pretty well. Well! That's about it!8964 copyright protection448ＰＥＮＡＮＡJPItt4xH0U 維尼
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