“Float Like a Butterfly…”_Letters To Tal_Into the Inside_Sometimes Normal isn't Natural
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“Float Like a Butterfly…”
Okay, after much thought, I have a decision. I will be a competitor and represent my country at the Olympic Games in Paris in July and August 2024、 I turn the pages of my diary and put my pen through the days that I will not be available for anything else. Then I add a few days at the end - I love Paris! I am the sixteenth Earl of Denver, a direct descendant of Lord Peter Wimsey. I am number 32 in line for thewww.onedoor.cc throne. Don’t laugh - anything can happen and propel me to the front. A plague, for instance. Say it originated in some far-off country and spreads around the world. 31 titled candidates...
Letters To Tal
trigger warning: suicide mentions.Lots of crying too, so please bear with me xD.~17、07、XXXX“Dara, manage her! She’s painting our faces black if she continues bringing misfortunes upon us.” “Misfortunes, Papa? My c-condition paints your face black? That’s how you put it? All the years I’ve been living with this body, n-none of you ever considered helping me. And t-that’s inhumane of you.”“Inhumane, ha! You’ve no say in this, child. You’re no less than a dead pariah to us.”And with that, Tallulah stormed into her room and slammed the door on the words that kept bickering on the other side. She s...
Into the Inside
"Hey Gina, can you keep a secret?"Ariel is standing directly behind me while I check the dates on the milk jugs in the refrigerator, her voice a conspiratorial whisper."What kind of secret?" I inquire, turning around to face her. I hope my tone doesn't sound as suspicious as I'm afraid it does. It's not that I don't trust Ariel. I just don't know her that well. In the two weeks we've worked together she seems to have taken more of a liking to me than to the rest of the employees, but at this point our relationship has not yet progressed from coworkers to friends.Something of my thoughts must s...
Sometimes Normal isn't Natural
Sometimes Normal is strange. Sometimes I dream of hearts stout and brave. Like muffled noises of beating drums. Sometimes I sense falling asleep is wrong. I’ve seen old ships sail like dead swans in a lake, I’ve seen water cry in pain, I see all the pain inside my dreams. At night I disobey my curfew. It’s normal, I suppose. I always end up sleeping, but the lack of sleep haunts me. I’m only twelve, sleeping’s overrated I believe. Or I used to believe- nowadays I try, but at max, if I’m lucky I’ll get two hours per night.I was scared, fear sliced my brain to pieces. I wasn’t always like this a...