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Annaliese St Pierre: Rewrite 5She wrinkled her nose, and double checked the apartment number on the door. It matched the one on her keys; she wasnt in the wrong place. It certainly wasnt what she had expected. She shrugged and shook her head to herself, and closed the door behind her. Beggars cant choosers, I guess, she thought.Annaliese St Pierre: Rewrite 5
Farrah had informed her that she would be living with two other employees. So far, the only signs of life she could see were a couple of empty pizza boxes and a discarded packet of cigarettes. The door to one bedroom was closed, but the one next to it stood ajar, showing a preview of the mess that was contained. She


To Dream, To LiveI.To Dream, To Live
I've read in books that there are places in the world where the sky is blue, and the water is clear, and there are plants and living things that don't struggle to survive.
I don't believe them.
This place is made up of none of that. Here, it's all smog and sepia skies. The city is made of layers of brown and grey and verdigris, and the water is bright green. Sometimes it looks like it glows. Maybe it's just my imagination. But I'm too old for such things. Childish fancies have no place here. Imagination and playtime belong to the little ones. Our childhoods are short, but when given the choice between


To The One Who KnowsTo the one who knows my heart when it aches thus;To The One Who Knows
I turned to you for comfort as a child when I was faced with the night, when I felt keenly the aching hollow in my chest. You were a spectre in the darkness, a glimmer of hope and the reassurance that one day I would find the piece that would fill that awful gaping chasm in my solar plexus. You were my first love. You'd love me unconditionally, enact every romantic gesture to prove your love, whisper every perfect word that would stir my emotions in a surgically precise manner. You were the one who knew me inside and out, and you held me together. You betrayed me and showed me rem
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| I'm the girl on the bus reading Jane Eyre and listening to heavy metal. I'm the girl with the bright red lipstick who knows you're looking at her. I'm the girl who commands attention when I walk into a room, by my existence alone. I'm the girl who spends whole days sleeping just to dream... Beneath it all, I'm the girl who is consumed by her art. |
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I'm sorry for the late reply, school and work has kept me very busy...
Would you mind telling me what you think on my latest work? Much love!
Thank you again!
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