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Let there be sweet music. X.Let there be sweet music. X.Let there be sweet music. X.
Train – Outside Athens – 7:14 AM
Elizabeth took her seat on the train and opened her book bag. She withdrew the scarred and scratched thick leather journal. She took a deep breath as the apprehension gripped her. It was thick and well worn; the cover stained by years of use. Her fingers enjoyed the tactile sensation and the quality of workmanship. She put the book under her nose and smelled the deep, rich scent; she laughed.
Slowly, with tremulous hands, she parted the cover. The pages cracked as she began leafing through its myster
in General Fiction 1w 1d ago
Let there be sweet music. IX.Let there be sweet music. IX.Let there be sweet music. IX.
Spider reached behind his back and pulled out a large knife.
“I hate to interrupt this tender moment, but I’ve had just about enough of you telling everyone what to do.” His words gritted between his teeth. “You’re just like that old man!”
He walked slowly forward and grabbed Clare by her hair and pulled her up. She screamed.
“Let go of me. You animal let go of me.” Her small hands punched his chest.
Spider ignored her pleas as he brutally threw her face down across the desk. Elizabeth crawled
in General Fiction on 5/4/08
Let there be sweet music. VIIILet there be sweet music. VIII.Let there be sweet music. VIII
2 AM – The Morgan Villa
The rain was torrential. Clare parked her car and looked around. There were no lights. The roses were gone; the grounds covered in garbage. “Don’t be afraid!” She told herself as she opened the car door and sprinted to the house.
Clare knocked on the door gently but there was no answer. She fished through her book-bag for the spare key, found it and placed it in the lock.
She walked into The Villa. The smell of filth invaded her nose. She stopped for a moment to absorb the changes in the once familiar house. The im
in General Fiction on 5/3/08
Let there be sweet music. VII.Let there be sweet music. VII.Let there be sweet music. VII.
Clare slammed the journal closed and stared out the large kitchen window. She brushed her hair out of her tired eyes and pulled it behind her ears.
“It’s going to rain soon.” She stood and walked to the window, unable to focus any longer.
“Robert, do you want some tea?” she yelled at her husband from the kitchen.
“No thanks.” He yelled back from his office.
Clare opened the cabinet and took down the box of tea.
“Damn, we’re out.” She threw the box into
in General Fiction on 5/3/08
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It All Feels The SameI can't understand Why the tears won't stop falling I've cried so many times that I don't know who I'm crying for There are no words for this depression I no longer wish to live I don't want to breathe anymore I hate this state of being Time is a punishment As it cannot be stopped And all it seems to bring is pain I don't want to break another heart And I'm sick of mine being broken I've cried for one girl 1000 times But for another I've only cried once 1000 and 1 They both feel the same They both feel like knives being driven into my chest AIt All Feels The Same
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- Favourite band or musician: J.S. Bach; Johannes Brahms
- Favourite genre of music: Classical, Jazz, Blues
- Favourite artist: Johannes Vermeer; Nene Thomas
- Favourite poet or writer: Rand, Heinlein, Bradbury, Hugo, Homer, Herbert
- Favourite photographer: Elora Danen
- Favourite style or digital art: Princess-Of-Shadows; missy-g; Wildfire2003; Paintedonmysoul; uniquevisions
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