She had wished to be beautiful forever. Now every day there were crowds of people gazing at her, listening to the rushing water that flowed over her smooth form. Her gaze could never move from the foliage surrounding her. She could never cast off the birds that scratched her skin with their talons, nor could she move an inch to warm her cold, grey skin. She couldn't answer when her admirers asked why the fountain girl had an expression of such terror on her face. She had wished to be beautiful forever. And now she was.
by Anna Alexander (17)
St. Hilda's CE High School, Liverpool
Competition - Grim Tales
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