Post-NanoSo, yeah.
SilenceThey stopped and stared.Silence
It was like one giant wave, and she hated it.
Palms glued to bouquet, despite that one curl of hair desperately crying to be tucked away, she held her head high and narrowed her pale eyes in order to see past the white film separating her from the world. In front and behind, she felt them stare.
Her face was devoid of emotions; she squared her shoulders and ascended the steps gracefully.
The air was quiet, still, and heavy with anticipation. She stopped and turned with a carefully rehearsed precision and bowed her head.
“Son’s and daughters gathered in this Natu
Thursdays PastIt must be Thursday. Only such a day could provoke Bethany so easily, laughing and jeering and shouting out crude reminders that it was not, in fact, Friday, and there were still two days until the weekend. Thursdays’ were always rainy and miserable. In fact, that’s how most days tended to be. Bethany adjusted her umbrella so that it was at a better angle to block the rain, and cursed when it flung inside-out and peppered her with water. Her heels clicked and sunk miserably into the puddles littering the sidewalk. Her stockings were heavy with the water that was splashed from all sides by the black sea of umbrellas, dashThursdays Past
Frustrated
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.Tanze / Für Euren Untergang / Meine Energie wird es sein .
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J o s i e
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"Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it."
- Mark Twain
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"Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it."
- Mark Twain
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