11-30-2018, 10:31 PM
<link href='https://fonts.googleapis.com/css?family=Alex+Brush' rel='stylesheet' type='text/css'> <style type="text/css"> .wallace_container { position: relative; z-index: 1; height: auto; background-image: url('https://i.postimg.cc/5t14Lp8k/wallace-bg.png'); width: 600px; padding: 0 0 0 0; border: solid 2px #000; box-shadow: 0px 0px 10px 1px #000; } .wallace_container p { margin: 0; } .wallace_image { position: relative; z-index: 3; width: 600px; } .wallace_text { position: relative; z-index: 5; width: 560px; margin-bottom: -200px; border-left: solid 1px #000; border-right: solid 1px #000; } .wallace_message { position: relative; font: 12px 'Times New Roman', serif; text-align: justify; color: #000; padding: 30px; } .wallace_quote { position: relative; text-align: center; color: #dadada; font: 12px 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: 1px; padding-top: 30px; } .wallace_name { position: absolute; z-index: 9; color: #979797; text-align: center; font: 100px 'Alex Brush', cursive; margin-top: 730px; margin-left: 280px; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px #979797; }</style> <center> <div class="wallace_container"> <div class="wallace_text"> <p class="wallace_quote">this time I’m torn, please wake me if I lose that face <br>search in these eyes: there’s still fire in the darkness </p> <p class="wallace_message">
She was cold, so cold.
Although healed, the dried blood was still itchy on her cheek where her wound had been, and on her knees and shoulder. All the bruises were gone, and yet there remained a deep ache and weariness she just couldn't seem to shake. She wasn't even aware enough to be sure if anyone else had lagged behind or if they'd all gone home. She wanted to go home too.
But later. She was too damn tired. There was no more snow and ice and freezing wind, and yet it seemed to be soaked into her. It lingered in her hair in little bursts of crystal, glittering in flakes that clung to her lashes. Even a little snow capped the slope of her hip as she lay curled in on herself and shivering in some place dark - a cave carved into the side of the mountain, perhaps. She wasn't sure and couldn't muster up enough energy to care.
It was just so cold, all the way to her bones and back out until it overflowed to her skin and hair.
And alone. She might be alone.
Her breath fogged with a soft sigh and disturbed the dust as she shifted subtly, her cheek pressed to the cool earth and her brown-on-brown figure was nearly blending into the terrain and darkness. She would find her way home after a while. Sometime. But for now, she just wanted to rest. She just wanted this lingering chill to shiver itself right out of her as she trembled and curled tighter in on herself.
They probably hadn't even noticed she was gone anyway.
</p> </div> <div class="wallace_name">Wallace</div> <img class="wallace_image" src="https://i.postimg.cc/Wz056fby/wallace.png"> </div> </center>
She was cold, so cold.
Although healed, the dried blood was still itchy on her cheek where her wound had been, and on her knees and shoulder. All the bruises were gone, and yet there remained a deep ache and weariness she just couldn't seem to shake. She wasn't even aware enough to be sure if anyone else had lagged behind or if they'd all gone home. She wanted to go home too.
But later. She was too damn tired. There was no more snow and ice and freezing wind, and yet it seemed to be soaked into her. It lingered in her hair in little bursts of crystal, glittering in flakes that clung to her lashes. Even a little snow capped the slope of her hip as she lay curled in on herself and shivering in some place dark - a cave carved into the side of the mountain, perhaps. She wasn't sure and couldn't muster up enough energy to care.
It was just so cold, all the way to her bones and back out until it overflowed to her skin and hair.
And alone. She might be alone.
Her breath fogged with a soft sigh and disturbed the dust as she shifted subtly, her cheek pressed to the cool earth and her brown-on-brown figure was nearly blending into the terrain and darkness. She would find her way home after a while. Sometime. But for now, she just wanted to rest. She just wanted this lingering chill to shiver itself right out of her as she trembled and curled tighter in on herself.
They probably hadn't even noticed she was gone anyway.
</p> </div> <div class="wallace_name">Wallace</div> <img class="wallace_image" src="https://i.postimg.cc/Wz056fby/wallace.png"> </div> </center>