Edward Scissorhands FanfictionEdward Scissorhands Fanfiction by deafield
It was one of those cold winter nights, light white flakes of snow falling lovingly onto the window, looking within at the mother and daughter in front of their fireplace.
The flakes clung to the windowpane listening to the story being told; a wonderful tale of the scissorhanded man who was the most kind and gentle of men.
Just as the snowflake begun to melt, it couldnt move, intent on hearing about the adventures he had with the mother, whose eyes seemed forever seemed forever teeming with tears.
Finally just as the tiny flake became nothing but a drop of water sliding down the pane it would be able to glisten hearing about the mother speak of how she celebrated the scissorhanded mans memory-Edwards memory by dancing in the snow every year, just for him.
The young girl inside, never stopped listening to her mothers stories, even as she grew old enough to stop listening to them with dedication.
This girl, Sage seemed to have more of a fondness for Edward then he
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