Optimist vs Pessimist

An old story @Dream and I made a while ago. She was the Pessimist, trying to drive the story in a dark direction, and I was the optimist, trying to drive the story in a light direction.

The cold air smelled of nothing but death. Although, it brought with it a flurry of calm snow. The snow did its best to cover up the blood of the victims; however, the Earth seemed forever stained with dark red.

Over time, the dark red faded away to reveal a light green, which created many pastures and forests. These forests were known as the Death Trees, the places where murderers hide, and no one was known to come out - alive.

One day, a man ventured into the woods and came out riding the most majestic, magical horse anyone had ever seen. But, when he reached the pastures, the horse stepped on a sharp piece of glass and threw he man off, and the man had to be scraped off from the ground.

Years later, the horse used its magic to bring the man back and ensure he would live a long and happy life. But, the horse got her powers from the blood of dead people, so the man was the last human left. Using the leftover powers, after saving the man, the horse changed it so she didn't have to use blood, and she brought back everyone to a happy life. They couldn't live on planet Earth, because the horse didn't want them to, so she made them go to Venus, where conditions made them all die in moments.

The horse felt bad about its actions, and she made a new generation of peaceful people she would live with. The peaceful people killed her and ate her and the man, and they lived happily ever after.

THE END