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I used to love a lot of things. Music. Dancing. School. Roller skating. Shopping. All the myriad joys that bring light to a young girl's life. Then the dreams came and darkened everything. I couldn't enjoy sleep anymore, at first, afraid of what I would see. I grew to understand them, more, to long for some insight of what was to come, but ( Read more... )

[OOC: Based on RP situation in tomorrow_starts. Adult!Angela is actually played by mapetrelli there, and I play BB!Angela (seemynightmares), but the prompt was too good to pass up not to use them *actually* talking as they can in that game, so I co-opted the situation solely for purposes of the prompt. Not at all binding on the game or any muses in it.]They've been left alone in a room ( Read more... )

Everyone had gone, condolences falling from their lips and settling around her like more dust in a wilderness. She'd smiled as necessary, said all the right words, played her part to perfection as always, carrying out the necessary deception, because that was what they did in this family. What they did...only there was very little "they" left, ( Read more... )

Altered neural pathways snap themselves back into line, reshaping themselves into form they should have always held. Memories and thoughts reassert themselves, scrambling along each road in greedy hunger, clamoring to be heard after long denial. Daniel thought he was healing one wrong, reminding her of a pain she'd known, a fury suppressed in a fog ( Read more... )

Once upon a time, there was an idea that turned into a dream that became a vision. That's always how it starts isn't it? I'd like to say it came from something noble and true, but it was born in fear and heartbreak and anger. Still, sometimes the truest things come out of our darkest moments ( Read more... )

Sometimes I look in Peter's eyes, and I cannot conceive how anything so pure came out of a union as hellish as what Arthur and I made of ours.

They're both gone ( Read more... )

"The world is before you and you need not take it or leave it as when you came in."- James Baldwin ( Read more... )

Pushed to the furthest corner on the highest shelf--so high she has to use a footstool herself to reach it should the mood strike, though she rarely indulges these days--in the back of her closet, there is a wooden box. Should anyone dare to brave the depths of the closet and climb and twist and push aside hat boxes and neatly stacked scarves in a ( Read more... )