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EllisI breathe in the fear that is a cruel parody of air. I know that I need it. It permeates me and provides the adrenaline that will sharpen my senses and boost my strength. Hopefully it will be enough to help me get us out of this situation. He is too close to winning and that will be it for us. All of us. I need to get us to safety. Little Anna has ahd to much to deal with in life and the twins should be allowed to play as much as they want without the fear of his reaction. They should all be allowed to grow up. Some of us have other lives outside of this mission and this job that we want to return to, but at this rate he will destroy any possEllis
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seeing I hear with my eyes. This has always been the case and I used to think that everyone else could too. It wasn’t until I tried to compare something to the sound of the sight of someone moving their arm. All I got was a blank look and the patient explanation that you can’t hear someone’s arm moving. When I protested that everything made a sound I just confused her more and more. I couldn’t make her understand what I was talking about. It wasn’t until years later that I found out the name for what I had; synaesthesia.seeing
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Muted Melody -in progress- The pale, bone-white fingers floated across the keys of the great piano. The melody that escaped the giant soundbox was quieter than seemed possible, so quiet that you had to hold very still and lean in close just to hear the threads of it drifting by. The quiet tune was beautifully rendered but heartbreaking for no discernible reason.Muted Melody -in progress-
The young man playing the large black piano was leaning into the music as if it held up his slight form. He wore a long black coat whose sleeves fell across the backs of his active hands, masking the deft movements as his floppy, dark brown hair
by ~blueseashell3
Bits of Glassstuff I wrote a while ago.... (a * means the start of a new piece)Bits of Glass
* If one were to peer into her face, One might say she is unequivocally dead Or rather, refusing to exist. You reach out to touch her
To confirm what you see. Or ask her a question, As she reaches for you.
* Their world was as a Dresden doll; beautiful and fragile as the spider’s web. Diaphanous smiles that cut to the heart. With red silk and toe shoes that pave their road to hell.
* Only dark; breathing Red lines Cascade Sad charade And the
by ~blueseashell3
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I looked through your gallery, and I really like the red dress revised picture. Very nice editting skills. :3 The red just grabs your eye immediately.
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