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CanterellaPoisonous Touch Pain became something I was used to. Not the type of pain that comes with scraped knees or broken bones or flowing blood, but the kind that makes a person’s chest tight, their heart swell, their limbs shake with the excessive weight of it. I could never adapt to that pain; every time I thought I’d pushed it to the back of my mind, something happened that brought each memory coming rushing back, a tidal wave screaming through my mind. I often thought I possessed a personality like arsenic. Everything around me seemed so influenced by what I felt at any given time. When my mind poisoned me, it poisoned everCanterella
by ~Giirl-n33ds-WiiNGs
Slowly BurningThey slipped cold steel beneath my skin, leaving only moments left to this life. No one else stood in the room with me, but I sensed them just on the other side of the door. Rows of witnesses lined up in their seats behind the one-way mirror, as well, watching my fingers twitch in apprehension – anticipation? I wasn’t sure anymore. That part of my brain – that should have been telling me what I was feeling – must have shut down some time after the sentencing; I hadn’t felt anything since then.Slowly Burning
I remembered shuffling from the courtroom, assaulted by press. Who knew the bitch was so important? He only ever
by ~Giirl-n33ds-WiiNGs
EmmalineEmmaline paced her bare white room anxiously, flicking glances at the cradle in the corner every few minutes. Her doctor had been amazed that she could walk the room so soon after giving birth, but she was unfazed by any of her own pain. Her nerves refused to let her rest, though she longed for her hospital bed. She had only managed to carry her little baby for six months. He, for Emmaline firmly believed it to be a boy, was tiny in anyone’s arms and light as a feather. The nurse had wanted to have him buried in the cemetery by noon but the doctor had seen it fit to leave him in his blanket for a little longer, promising theEmmaline
by ~Giirl-n33ds-WiiNGs
Girls Through Slit BlindsCharacter: A young man scuttles on stage furtively, dressed all in black, fidgeting nervously and looking anxious. He looks out at the audience sheepishly, like he’s been caught, bites his lip slightly, stands up straighter and begins to speak.Girls Through Slit Blinds
I’ve never really liked people. They make me nervous and my words never seem to come out right. Girls laugh at me and the other guys call me a nerd; I’ve gotten used to it after so long. Getting used to something doesn’t make it easier, though. Some people can take advantage of their nervousness by making funny jokes to relieve their own tension or even loo
by ~Giirl-n33ds-WiiNGs
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