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Doe eyes. Her hair writhed in fright as the giant men flexed, clutching her arms with rough hands shielded by gloves. The men donned masks with filters as the oxygen was greedily sucked from the store. Woozy and delirious, trying to gain breath for comfort starved lungs, I crawled through sharp shards of teeth blown from the window's mouth. The flesh of my fingers stuck to the concrete, the concrete eroded my fingertips. My identity? I cowered on the floor. Turned fetal, reverting to the beginning posture of my birth, I slowly craned my neck in the direction of her withering hair, the flexed men. Doe eyes met my child's irDoe eyes. by ~DramurRaylene
the Man's Arrival.the Man's Arrival. by ~DramurRaylene
The moment had arrived. She brushed back and tucked a lock of loose hair behind her ear with trembling fingers of delicate porcelain. Her large bark eyes searched the crowd for his familiar face. The face of a man who lurked handsomely behind the shadows of her dreams and daringly rescued her from stalking demons. She pondered if he would appear before the men in tipped hats and tan coats, or if he would emerge among the women with painted lips and gloves of fine silk. A sigh escaped her. What was her luck but a nonexistent element she coaxed and urged to be welcome in her life?
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Not sure about a title, but you should read it.Not sure about a title, but you should read it. by ~DramurRaylene
"I thought the blanket was bigger than this, I really did."
My hands grasped the folds of dark blue. I attempted to lift it upward, and splay it down upon the green. It scrunched into an inconvenient pile. His chuckles mocked me. It was playful. It was happy. It wasn't meant to embarrass. I giggled along.
Our hands grasped the folds of dark blue. We lifted it upward, and let it settle down upon the grass into a neat square of soft fabric. He slid off his shoes, and lay. His body became a silhouette against a small sea.
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Easy believing.Easy believing. by ~DramurRaylene
"Good lord, No! It's not about the attention, or the sympathy! It's about putting on a show, about adding intrest to other peoples lives! It's about playing a part, acting the act! That's all, really,"
she gave the biggest grin. No one could argue, she spoke to the world. Her voice was booming quality, a pitch so sweetly convincing.
And they believed it was for their benefit.
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