Philip And Victoria_MIRROR! MIRROR!!_In Memory of Color_Prom Night
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Philip And Victoria
Philip And VictoriaPhilip was restless. It was a hot summer night in the south of Spain and he couldn't sleep. Nothing new there. He switched off the air-con - he knew he shouldn't sleep with it on, but hey, life's not perfect. And as if he didn't have enough to deal with. He opened the window, and, to his surprise, he smelt rain on the air, the wind whipping up with the promise of respite, albeit temporary. Since the accident had left him dependent on his helper and his stick, his other senses had become heightened. Movement around him, touch, smell, but especially sound. Bach, Dowland, a hea...
MIRROR! MIRROR!!
TW: child abuseIt was a bright and sunny morning. I woke up with a knot in my chest and it was so hard for me to get out of bed but i just had to. I went to the bathroom and washed my face, lifted my head just to see my reflection in the mirror. Looked at myself with disgust and stormed out of the bathroom. The mirror had always been my worst enemy ever since i went to my singing audition, i was humiliated just because of my size and color. That day i was so nervous and finally i was called in and the agent looked at me with disgust and that made me feel anxious. He didn’t even let me perform ...
In Memory of Color
I once saw the world brighter than all those around me. A walk along the shore was exhilarating — the colors, the vibrance! The turquoise blush of the waves, capped with ivory foam; the subtle shadows of the tossed white sand; each natural boulder glowing gently golden in the rising sun! All translated easily, seamlessly, into the language of my paintbrush: a wash of turquoise, an accent of cobalt, dabbles of swan’s fewww.onedoor.ccather white. Fluttering, short blue-grey brushstrokes for footprints in the sand. The sunrise was perhaps most difficult; but I was a daring artist if there ever was one, and my ...
Prom Night
“Do you like it?” Gracie asked anxiously. I didn’t look in the mirror, but I pretended to.“It’s perfect!” I squealed in my well-rehearsed girl voice, hugging her. It was so easy to make Gracie happy. “You are a makeup goddess!”“You are so lucky you have a date,” she said. I nodded silently. I couldn’t really say I disagreed. As much as I wanted to take a girl to prom, that wasn’t happening, and my parents love Keith, so I might as well make them proud one last time.“I mean, all the good ones from our school are taken,” she continued. “You are so lucky you happen to work with an adorable hunk l...