sarahrose
Oh, the distance. It seemed so far away, how could her heart stretch the distance? Time itself would not even line up for them...separated by thousands of miles...they were many a time zone apart.
The small deer raced soundlessly through the think undergrowth. Her cloven hooves padded into the ground, through the brambles, with an alien-like precision. One second I saw her, I blinked, and she was gone.
My manager threw the papers onto my desk in a fit of anger. I watched in shock as my hours of work were scattered all over the floor by the dusty fans.
She grabbed my chin and yanked my face level with hers. Fire blazed from the very depths of her dark eyes. She spoke to me, her voice sharp in the quiet night air. "It's time."
I would go back to my roots
Given the chance
Given the boots
Built
To cover that forgotten ground
He snapped the dirty metal bands around her wrists, chaining her to the damp concrete wall. She fought against the unforgiving metal, and cursed him with her fierce green eyes. But she remained mute. She would not give him the pleasure of begging for her freedom.
Her huge violet eyes enraptured me, even in the darkness. Her sad smile a testament to everything I had gone through to get to this moment. She was my inspiration, my reason to still be standing here today. She was perfect.
The megaphone sits on the stand, dauntingly, daunting me to pick it up, to face my fear, to be brave. I reach out and the tips of my fingers touch the cool plastic. No, silence is best.
"You're a plague to me child!" Mathilda screamed as she flung the broken pieces into the sink. "Why I didn't make your father send you away before I married him, I'll never know." Shana dropped her eyes to the ground, the familiar surge of anger and resentment welling up in her. No, not yet. Control.
Her hair fell in one long braid down her back, it's sleek shiny blackness a sharp contrast to her soft white skin. She walked down the dirty old street with the air of one unaccustomed to such conditions, and such people as the ones that were milling about her.
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