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Disgusted, she stared at it.
What a weird scent, she mused, coming from the pile covered by a black cloth in the wooden wagon driven by the aged, cloaked man.
(She assumed it was a man, of course, because he lacked the assets to be a woman)
Quickly, her mother told her to close the door.
“Keep death out, Charlotte dear.”
Charlotte closed the door quickly. The last thing she wanted was the plague killing the rest of her family, mama and Louis were all she had left.
She knelt and prayed a silent prayer, hoping that God would protect her and what was left of her family from the plague that would be later known as the Black Death.Posted By hazirah On 02.02.2012 @ 9:12 am
Stiff, starched and absolutely uncomfortable.
You fidget in your seat, fingering the white abomination disgustedly.
“Stupid school uniforms,” you mutter to yourself.
Lily, your best friend, gives you an amused sideways glance.
You silently wonder if it would be in your interest to smack her.
(It isn’t your fault your mother has this OCD about crisp, wrinkle-free clothes.)Posted By hazirah On 01.27.2012 @ 9:17 am