Now this one isn't like me at all. Curious about comments on this because I feel a short story brewing... | QUOTE | She simply couldn’t tear her eyes away. The mirror held her, hypnotically drawing upon a silent beat of emotions harking back to the dawn of time. Her dark eyes, calm and unmoving; nothing stirred. The deadly silence portrayed nothing of the unstoppable flood waters that churned, and surged then turned within. Her face was nothing. Her life. Lost. Gone forever.
Her own hand savagely slashed across her face. The scarlet, swelling, seeping lipsticked colour was harshly violent against the pallor of her skin. Warning! Danger! War paint.
Let the battle commence.
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After her O.W.L.s Hope had managed to persuade her dad to give her a crash course in what he laughingly referred to as “Parseltongue for tourists”. Being in Slytherin, she’d thought it had been the epitome of cool to return to school with such useful snakey phrases as “Can you pass the apple pie, please?” and “Would you be good enough to tell me what time the train to Madrid departs from Platform Two?”
. ~ A Pensieve Affair ~ Now being posted...
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Ww 13/09/04, Your 15 minutes, starts NOW!
bart Ww 13/09/04 Sep 13 2004, 06:06 PM
Sep 13 2004, 06:06 PM
