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tasha~ OFFLINE   Forum Posts: 44 |
Posted: Fri, 12/04/2024 14:49 (12 Days ago) |
 ♥ ANNE MARIE ♥ Twenty Two [23] | Female | She/Her | Pride ──────────────────── the black swan 576 words ──────────────────── "Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.” Glazed eyes stared at the various models doing their photoshoots, as Anne-Marie had her makeup done. Well, not that she needed much makeup anyways. She had always been lucky enough to be gifted with a face as smooth as porcelain, a ready canvas waiting to be painted. Anne reached up to touch up her lashes, frowning when one fell off. A mirror. Where was the mirror when she needed it? One of the stylists quickly brought one over to her, as she lifted it up to observe her face. Imperfect. Unacceptable. The barest hint of a frown broke her smile, brief moment of weakness before it was masked up by her usual sweet, gentle smile that the people had all grown to adore. Nimble hands touched up her own face, removing the smudges and imperfection from the canvas and repainting her artwork. She checked her appearance again; this time with a satisfied smile. There, much better. This was the perfection everyone expected of the living doll. A heart that could not feel, a pretty face for everyone to admire. “Anne Marie Täd- Tadydel- Miss?” Her name was called, and she grimaced inwardly as her last name was miserably butchered. “Just Anne” She replied with a smile, heading toward the pristine white backdrop. Today was focused on the concept of purity, as Anne sported a flowing white gown, hair shining with little pearls and diamonds woven in to luscious locks. A lotus flower was the only accessory she wore this time, neatly arranged on her head, sleeves long and flowing. She clasped her hands together, as if praying, a serene smile on her lips. A stunning angel. The cameras flash, as she changes her pose. One, two, three. A well practiced smile, eyes shining with kindness, her expression changed ever so slightly for each and every shot. And then…done. She checked over the photos, deleting those that weren’t perfect- weren’t deserving to be posted anywhere, retook certain shots until she was happy. And then Anne finally relaxed, releasing a breath she didn’t even know she was holding. Away from prying eyes, her facade dropped, lips curving into a prominent frown, as she checked her schedule. How lovely. A new model was to be moving in. Having to be around the other models was tiring enough, her facade cracking more than she would have allowed, lashing out, furious when people didn’t take their roles seriously. Imperfect. Something she definitely had to work on. Else she suffer her own, self-inflicted demise. Perfection was to be achieved. No matter what she did. She had to succeed. Be the best. What if the new model was better than her? Anne was already threatened enough by the presence of some of the models, what more a newbie? Oh, how embarrassing it’d be to be outshone by a newbie. Her fist clenched at the thought, and in the privacy of her quarters, her fist clenched, pretty crimson spilling out, trickling to the floor like a little steam, shards of glass so pretty and sharp- you wouldn’t feel a thing. Reflecting light like a puddle of diamonds, rainbows danced in the air. Failure was not allowed. She sighed heavily, her heart pounding wildly, her mind hazy, yet racing with a thousand different thoughts. No. She wouldn’t- couldn’t afford to let such small, trivial things affect her. And so, Anne picked up her mask, and put on a smile. Her next photoshoots would require gloves. [Read more] |
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tasha~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 44 |
Posted: Thu, 04/04/2024 23:31 (20 Days ago) |
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Anne Marie Täydellisyyttä aka ‘the black swan’  22 | female | she/her | bisexual [ Introduction ] One of the many models of Illusion Studios, Anne Marie (or Annie) is a living doll, known for her beauty, much like that of a porcelain doll- too unreal to be true. Naturally, as most pretty figures are, Annie is adored by many and worshipped by some. And who can blame them? With a flutter of lashes and a well practiced smile, she brings about the illusion of perfection. Honeyed words on a silver tongue, Annie is quite literally a public sweetheart. [ Appearance ] Standing at 5’3, Annie has wavy, vanilla blonde hair that falls just past her shoulders. To run your fingers through her hair would be to touch silk, smooth, soft and well-kept. Annie has startling blue eyes that are almost always covered by contacts, preferably a grayish shade. Almond shaped eyes sit on unblemished skin that carries a youthful glow. Natural pink lips are almost always curved into a soft smile- for the public, that is. [ Personality ] ENTJ | TeNi | 3w4 | Chaotic Neutral | C-S-D (Melancholy-Phlegmatic-Choleric) She is an individualist and an extreme overachiever. Anne strives to be the best, a perfectionist in almost every way. She is a logic-driven, with a slight tendency to be manipulative. Witty and sarcastic, you can expect snarky comebacks from her. Her humor tends to deviate towards the morbid side, but she means no harm. Anne is, however, narcissistic. Having achieved perfection, excelled in everything she picked up, she is determined to maintain this facade, no matter the cost. She is prideful, strongly believing that her success is her effort alone. Insulting her never ends in anything good, as you will find yourself on the receiving end of snappy remarks and cold glares. Anne has, put simply, a silver tongue. Though unable to empathise, she has studied the human nature long enough to be able to put up a front. You’d never be able to tell if she was genuine, or just acting for the sake of it. If you do, however, get close enough to become a friend, Annie is loyal and kind, and will do just about anything for you. (though she’d never admit it, if a friend were to be feeling down, they’d find gifts on their doorstep daily, Annie will deny all allegations made). She is someone who offers advice, thought sometimes it may be a little blunt or harsh. She means well, though, and genuinely wants the best for her friends. [ About: PRIDE ] “to be conceited, to hold oneself in the highest regard” Anne grew up in a poor family, living in a rundown shack in the countryside. Cliche as it may seem, Anne quickly rose to success through her hard work and talent. Under the surface, however, was a strong desire to be better than her parents and older siblings. Driven, obsessed even, with perfection, Anne sought to be better- best. She would settle for nothing less than first place, doing just about anything to achieve her goal. She spent days cooped up in her room, or studying the world of the upper-class, growing evermore distant with her family. The face the public knows is nothing but a well practiced facade, her manic obsession hidden beneath charming smiles and talented works. Lacking the natural ability others would have to get along with others, Anne’s charm and amiable nature is a trained skill, developed through years of pretense. Anne holds her secrets close to her heart- not because she doesn’t want her ideas to be spread around, but rather, they are rather extreme's, and would be frowned upon by society. Prideful as she is, a small part of her acknowledges the skills and importance of the other models, and while she may think that she is one of the best models there is, she secretly admires the strengths each of them possess [ Additional Info ] a black swan, a cygnet, a pen. black swans are symbolism of phenomena previously thought impossible. a perfect example of Anne. she’s looked like this ever since she was eleven, doll-like features near unreal, face smooth, lips forever stained a pretty pink. spiritually, to be a black swan can be both a symbol of good and bad luck. And for Anne, it meant more of the latter. Loved ones died ever so frequently around her, dropping dead for reasons unknown to many doctors. Friends and family, whoever she met and grew close to all died a premature, depressing death. black swans are graceful, pretty and elegant, yet they symbolise the unknown shrouded in shadow. anne is a perfect doll in the eyes of the public, but much more lies behind that well practiced facade of the Saint.  Show
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[center] ♥ ANNE MARIE ♥ Twenty Two [23] | Female | She/Her | Pride ──────────────────── text [ xxx words ] ──────────────────── "Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.” [/center] [Read more] |
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tasha~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 44 |
Posted: Tue, 02/04/2024 08:12 (23 Days ago) |
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This house has everything we need It's always been how it should be And my favorite game's make-believe In the land of Scadrial, a little ways past the village where everyone lives, there is a forest. And in the forest, there’s a little cottage. Nestled in a mirth of grass as if it were the conjuring of some happy dream. Surrounded by towering trees adorned with a tapestry of vibrant foliage, the cottage exudes a timeless charm. Its rustic facade, adorned with climbing ivy and a welcoming wooden door, blends seamlessly with the natural landscape. Soft rays of sunlight filter through the canopy above, casting dappled patterns on the moss-covered roof and the cobblestone path that winds its way to the entrance. The air is filled with the sweet fragrance of wildflowers and earth, while the gentle melody of birdsong creates a soothing symphony. Inside, the cottage exudes a cozy warmth, with wooden beams overhead, a crackling fireplace, and snug furnishings that invite relaxation and contemplation. And in the cottage is a girl, called Zanyar. She’s never mingled with anyone in her entire life. She’s always remembered living in the little cottage, far from the rest of the work. Zanyar lived in her own little bubble, spending her day scavenging for food, staring into nothingness and making the most of whatever the forest has to offer. Among the cast of characters in her imaginary world was Apate—a subtle presence that began as a gentle companion, whispering secrets of hidden places and magical realms. Don't look past your friend 'Cause the room, it never ends Stay ready to learn For a twist there's a turn You'll be safely reliving That cold unforgiving hell At first, Apate’s influence was like a soft breeze stirring the leaves. It nudged Zanyar to explore the edges of her comfort zone, encouraging innocent escapades under the guise of playful fun. Zanyar’s heart danced with excitement as she followed Apate’s lead, an innocent blossom dancing with the wind. As time went by, Apate’s whispers took on a more persuasive tone. It planted seeds of curiosity in the young Zanyar’s mind, tempting her with the allure of forbidden places and daring exploits. Zanyar, once cautious, gave way to a sense of exhilaration, fueled by Apate’s enticing suggestions, honeyed words woven into a web of mystery and fantastical tales. Hush little things Now you don’t say a word Just know at day’s end you will always return You’ll be back to the spot wherе it hurts when you think Under Apate’s guidance, Zanyar’s adventures took on a new edge. She would sneak out after dark, her pulse racing with anticipation as she followed Apate’s instructions to explore abandoned buildings and secluded woods. With a beautiful paintbrush, she decorated the land with splashes of red. Each escapade fed Zanyar’s growing hunger for excitement, blurring the line between fantasy and reality. But beneath the surface of exhilaration lurked a sense of unease. Zanyar couldn't shake off the feeling that something was amiss, that Apate’s cheerfully spoken ideas were not as innocent as they seemed. Yet, whenever doubt crept in, Apate’s soothing whispers calmed her fears, reassuring her that they were just playing a game. Just like that, and Zanyar’s worries faded into nothingness. As days turned into weeks, Zanyar’s world became a labyrinth of conflicting emotions. She reveled in the thrill of adventure yet felt a pinprick of guilt gnawing at her conscience. Apate’s whispers grew bolder, coaxing her to take risks that pushed the boundaries of safety and sanity. Something’s off, it’s gone wrong A prison’s not always a dark place With gray closed-in walls and big, loud chains They can hide in the skin of a friend It was during one of their late-night escapades, deep in the heart of an abandoned mansion, that Zanyar’s perception shattered like fragile glass. In the dim light of her flashlight, she caught a glimpse of her art. A body lay in its pool of blood, screams echoing through the village at the sight of the mangled dog on the door. Muscle, tendon, bone and heart, organs scattered about the floor, red streaking the walls, where desperate hands clawed for escape. Apate’s true nature revealed itself, a manipulative entity cloaked in the guise of friendship. The realization hit her like a physical blow, sending shockwaves of betrayal through her soul. From that moment on, Apate’s manipulation became glaringly obvious. It no longer whispered but demanded, pushing Zanyar into increasingly reckless acts that left her feeling trapped and vulnerable. The once subtle hints turned into direct commands, each one designed to feed an insatiable appetite for chaos. She struggled to break free from Apate’s grip, but it was like trying to untangle herself from a web of deceit. The more she resisted, the tighter the ‘strings’ around her limbs became, suffocating her with its toxic influence. Zanyar found herself trapped in a nightmarish cycle of manipulation and self-doubt. Apate’s once soothing presence had transformed into a relentless tormentor, a reflection of Zanyar’s own inner turmoil and suppressed desires. Escape was futile, and every time she reached the glowing door of hope, it slammed her back to reality, an endless cycle of lies, an abyss of misery. 766 words | 60 minutes [Read more] |
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tasha~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 44 |
Posted: Mon, 01/04/2024 12:01 (23 Days ago) |
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tasha~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 44 |
Posted: Mon, 01/04/2024 12:00 (23 Days ago) |
 "The tongue that has no bones can cause one great sorrow, yet also bring about gladness" tasha~'s manic ramblingsHi, hello, if you're reading this, welcome! You've found my little library, a place where I post very, very rarely. And if you plan on staying, shall I rephrase myself? These are the illiterate ramblings of a faceless fool. I'd hope you enjoy yourself here. If not, well, I'm not sure there's much I can do for you. Contents title | complete? bird set free | wip imaginary friend | complete ⚠️ none of these are beta read | please do not post ⚠️ [Read more] |
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tasha~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 44 |
Posted: Sat, 30/03/2024 04:10 (26 Days ago) |
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tasha~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 44 |
Posted: Mon, 25/03/2024 23:10 (30 Days ago) |
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Remembering something, she perked up “Oooh! Who do you side with? Dark Enchantress Cookie? Surely not! Also, what are you doing here?” Cami puts her staff down warily, opting to stare Sweet Jelly Cookie down, gaze unwavering with mistrust, holding back only because the other cookies didn’t seem to mind his presence. [Read more] |
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tasha~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 44 |
Posted: Mon, 25/03/2024 22:59 (30 Days ago) |
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tasha~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 44 |
Posted: Tue, 19/03/2024 14:00 (1 Month ago) |
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Cami stands beside Mona, eyeing the stranger, eyes alert and calculating, judging Sweet Jelly Cookie, as if trying to size them up. “Do you work for Dark Enchantress Cookie? Are you…well, evil?” She asked, a little blunt but not rudely. Why’d they come here, anyway? Cami wondered [Read more] |
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tasha~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 44 |
Posted: Sun, 17/03/2024 22:09 (1 Month ago) |
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@Everyone, Also, no fixed forms. Fill up your sign up as you wish [Read more] |
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tasha~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 44 |
Posted: Sun, 17/03/2024 14:19 (1 Month ago) |
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@Burned_Libarian, I’ve seen your roleplay and I’m not confident that you’ll be able to cope with the literacy skill demanded in this roleplay. [Read more] |
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tasha~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 44 |
Posted: Fri, 15/03/2024 13:12 (1 Month ago) |
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Coca, sensing the presence of Baklava Cookie, padded off into Amaryllis City on fluffy cloud like dragon paws, following the traveler’s pistachio scent, half flying, half walking. A clumsy looking sugar cloud who seemed to know what they were doing. Hopefully. [Read more] |
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tasha~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 44 |
Posted: Thu, 14/03/2024 11:19 (1 Month ago) |
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The government, ruled by the iron fist of the Directorate, maintained order with an unforgiving grip. Surveillance drones patrolled the streets, ensuring compliance with every decree issued from the towering Citadel. But amidst the sea of conformity, a spark of rebellion flickered. The Freeborn, a clandestine network of dissidents, sought to shatter the chains of oppression and reclaim individual autonomy. Raised in the comfort of obedience, Arcadia dutifully served the Directorate, their loyalty unwavering. Yet, whispers of dissent lingered in the city's alleys, beckoning some to question the reality they knew. Drawn to the enigmatic figure known only as "Eclipse," some Arcadians found themselves entangled in a web of subversion and defiance. As these freedom seeking souls delved deeper into the world of the Freeborn, they confronted the harsh truths hidden beneath the veneer of order. Innocent lives extinguished in the name of stability, dissenters branded as traitors and silenced by the Directorate's merciless hand. Haunted by the injustices witnessed, they grappled with a choice that would define her destiny. Embrace the comforting embrace of order, or embrace the chaotic allure of freedom. In the depths of the night, these Arcadians stood at the precipice of decision, the city's skyline a testament to the dichotomy of their existence. With resolve burning in their heart, they cast off the shackles of obedience, embracing the tumultuous path of rebellion, forming the group know as Freeborn. But amidst the chaos of rebellion, the Freeborn realized the true cost of freedom. Lives lost, bonds shattered, and the unrelenting specter of conflict looming on the horizon. In the crucible of revolution, one would come to discover that the line between chaos and freedom was a razor's edge, knowing that the path to liberation was fraught with peril, but illuminated by the unwavering light of defiance. But then begs the question. Whichever side you choose. What lengths would you go to, just to achieve it? How far would you push your beliefs? Your morals? Do you have a limit? You decide. Chaos (Freeborn): Show
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Creative | Flexible | Adventurous
The Freeborn have fostered creativity and think out of the box, with innovative and often unexpected solutions. Ample room is provided for adaptability and change, Freeborns being able to quickly adapt to change. On the bolder side, the Freeborn are daring free spirits, charging into the unknown to claim the skies. Exploring, experimenting, there’s no limit to what they do, new ideas and opportunities sprouting every now and then. name | rank | info name | rank | info Order (Arcadians): Show
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The Arcadians follow routines, careful planners who are detail oriented in every way, near perfectionists at no matter what they do. As a result, they build confidence to perform difficult tasks given a set of instructions, efficiency at incredibly high levels in Arcadia, with even younger Arcadians having learnt and ingrained the principles of simple processes. Mistakes are rare, but should one ever make one, they are quick to admit as such, and even quicker to rectify them, often improving the quality of their work significantly. name | rank | info name | rank | info More Important Info (regarding matters of leadership): Show
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The Freeborn Even with the freedom of choice, to do as you wish, there still remains a select group of people who deal with things when problems grow too big to be ignored name | leader | job desc name | second in command | job desc The Arcadians Naturally, with strict laws, there is a council to uphold and impose such regulations. name | council president | job desc name | vice president | job desc name | enforcer 1 | job desc name | enforcer 2 | job desc Rules: Show
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It’s lengthy, but I trust you will
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1. Standard PH rules apply (this should be obvious) 2. This is semi-lit, meaning I expect short paragraphs minimally per post made. (filler posts are allowed, but not encouraged) 3. Do respect that I, as well as whoever chooses to join this roleplay, do in fact have lives outside of PH. The plot will be slow moving, so please don’t bug me or other users to respond to your character, or move the plot along 4. I am more inclined to give leadership roles to people I know (aka have role played with for a while). If you wish to take on a leadership position, but have not roleplayed often with me/at all, you may still do so, provided you can prove your literacy in writing. This should be done through PM. 5. Romance is allowed. But if it blossoms across opposing sides, do raise them up to me. 6. A good character is one you love. But it can also be one you hate. That being said, do NOT direct any of said hate to the wonderful user who created this character. I’m sure you’re sensible enough to understand that this story is not real, and none of the posts are directed at you as a person. 7. No character is all powerful or unkillable. Please, do accept that all characters in this roleplay are humans with flaws. 8. That being said (rule 7), please do not control other people’s characters. You can initiate an action, but it’s up to the other roleplayer to reciprocate it. 9. If any of this rules are unclear, clarify your doubts. Don’t intentionally tread on the gray areas of the rules and try to exploit loopholes, should you find one. Failure to abate will result in your character being terminated, or even banned from any future roleplays. [Read more] |
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tasha~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 44 |
Posted: Sun, 10/03/2024 03:36 (1 Month ago) |
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That’s what I thought too. Until I had to experience it firsthand- under the wrong circumstances. Everything happened so fast, it was so painful. I don’t know. Maybe. Was it wrong? Wasn’t it? One thing I do know, he keeps saying it’s my fault. And you know what? To hell with him. He was never a good father figure. And now as I lay here, my body frail and weak, malnourished and tired, I lay clothed in a beautiful blue gown. Pretty white, blinding bright envelops my vision for a moment, disappearing and reappearing every now and then. For eight and a half months I suffered through bleeding gums, heartburn, rhinitis and so many other horrible, terrible things I wasn’t ready to. At least they gave me a pretty necklace. It’s this transparent long tube. I think it snapped though, so they hung it on the liquid rack. At least that’s what I like to call it. It’s this wonderful metal stand with a cool bag of water hanging from it. As I sit there, thinking about what has been growing in my stomach, I smile. And then I frown. I hate this…this creature in my body. Yet why am I so obsessed over protecting it? It feels important, somehow. Even if it was an accident. I hack and cough, giggling at the dizzy feeling that follows. I love swans. Someone folded them for me. Or maybe it was me. There’s paper cuts from goodness knows where all over my arms. Origami paper sits on a table far, far away. Yeah, it probably wasn’t me. I can feel death looming. It’s beckoning me to step through the door. I see it. Past the door is this meadow of dreams. With skies so clear and grass evergreen. I want to go there. Just a little while longer. The embrace of death seems comfortingly warm. Crimson red stains the white rose, spilling through the cracks in my hand as I clutch it. I think to myself- this is my swan song. I don’t know what it means. It feels apt for me. I love swans, anyhow. Especially black swans. I saw one that night. One final push, and I’ve done it. I think. The monitor beeps, incessant and loud. A flat line. I lay in peace, eyes shut, hand gently holding a gorgeous doll. It looks so much like me. The room is silent, and the last of my energy slips away, and I rise like an angel towards the sky. As I enter the meadow, a small figure awaits me, dressed in a white dress. She stands there on the water, which softly ripples around her. My heart soars, I walk over to her, picking her up. She looks so much like me. And I take her hand, as we walk off into the sunset. I’m so happy, finally. It’s such a wonderful feeling. weak hacking coughs, a bluish nightgown and a frail arm clutches the fresh bouquet the other arm, occupied. a limp figure in hand the glass vase shatters the shards soar above her head but still the hand clutches a thorny rose the thorns pierce her pale snowy skin deep red a contrast to her fair skin tone the curtains close, the stage light dims and lo, with a cry, she opens her mouth “this is my swan song” the last words she spoke her final breath as all the feathers turn black tattered and torn like that a rodent had gnawed with thorny white roses that dripped a deep blood red the puppet strings break as strong and fragile as a spider web yet….not enough and the performer takes her final bow hear the angels sing their sweet soft lullaby and the little babe, in a deep sleep. the grubby pens, the crayons oh those little stubs the coloring books, seemingly untouched yet falling apart, and rotting rather fast everything wasting away at its touch the soft padded shoes the matching white dress the babe lets out not a single sound like a calm lily field the night birds chirp and the flowers sway gently in the breeze Finally, finally, mother and daughter reunite at last [Read more] |
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tasha~ OFFLINE Forum Posts: 44 |
Posted: Sun, 10/03/2024 00:19 (1 Month ago) |
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The train sped right past the Capitol, heading on with no signs of stopping. [Read more] |
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Posted: Thu, 07/03/2024 14:15 (1 Month ago) |
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Adalia’s name, whispered, and he heart felt it. A small frown graced her lips. Who was talking about her? She closed her eyes, and thought. Ah, well. No matter, nightmares could be dealt with at a more appropriate time. She had a couple hours till night fell and nightmares came, anyway. And then perhaps she’d bring more tea. Chamomile, when mixed with a little something special,was good at soothing the nerves and improving sleep, anyway. [Read more] |
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Posted: Tue, 27/02/2024 00:07 (1 Month ago) |
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