Dear Diary_Once I Was_Lady of the Lake, the Princess, and the Offer_The Fragments of Freedom
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Dear Diary
Dear Diary Tasha, Age 15 Feb 2, 2016 Hello creeps, future boyfriends, or nosy parents (seriously mom stop). I wanted to start a diary and what better time is it now than on the first day I move in. We drove a long. long, long... you get the idea. All the way from the state of Oklahoma. At least back in Oklahoma we had the fresh air and a nice breeze but as soon as I got out of the car the LA air hit me by surprise. Still can not get used to it even though this is now my new home, yippie! I cant even lie its been in a way; Peculiar. But I got to say- got to go i'll write tomorrow. Feb 9, 2016 S...
Once I Was
“That’s the thing about this city, Penny, it’s got everything. And look at that view. It’s beautiful ain’t it?” After a brief pause, Clay’s eyes meet hers. “Just like you.”“Ahh, Clay, you’re making me blush,” said Penny. Even after all their time together, she was still enamored by him. She giggled and tilted her head. Her hair dangled in front of her face covering up her rosy, red cheeks.Clay leaned in playfully.“Penny, you in there?” She continued to laugh as he pided her hair. They kissed.Picnicking in a secluded and peaceful patch of green overlooking the blue pacific, the young couple lo...
Lady of the Lake, the Princess, and the Offer
“Do you ever get tired of being in the lake?” I asked. I heard the sadness in my heart leak out in my voice. Deep waters she existed in swam through her eyes, unreadable and mysterious. Instant regret added to my despair, asking such a stupid thing, losing sight of who sat in front of me. A spell cast a thousand years before bound her to the lake, some part of her body always connected to the water. Yet she existed uncomplaining, forever keeping the lake’s treasures and secrets safe. By what trick of the gods was I chosen by her that she would want to have any kind of conversation with me?“I...
The Fragments of Freedom
Fate. A word that truly depicts the odyssey of life. Life remains a journey of integrity that each breathing person strives through, day after monotonous day. Yewww.onedoor.cct moments of joy can be found even in the darkest of places, as long as one remembers to turn on the light. Unfortunately that was not always as easy as counting to 10、After stepping forth into the blinding daylight, one would expect the sign of a smile, though not for Franco, for his day was declining into the realm of pure madness. Running wild, running free, such ideologies were not currently achievable for him; his few brief moment...