The Lute The LuteThe Lute
The rich brown of the walls did nothing to distract me from the task at hand or how my back ached and my fingers twitched, but I had after all, agreed to this. I sold my face to this painter for room and board; a place to stay and food to eat was more than you could ever a
The Death of a PriestessFirelight danced around us, the crowd stood silent but rowdy. I watched as they stared at the priestesses, dancing their ancient dances, their bare feet slapping wildly on the wooden stage. The drum vibrated through my skin, my heart fluttered as the dance drew to a close, becoming more hectic and wild as it ended. Their straight black hair flying through the air, tan brown shoulders flexing and stretching as they waved their hands above their heads.The Death of a Priestess
The music stopped and so did my heart. Standing to the side of the stage I could see in the firelight, the glittering tears of the women on stage, Faces still, hearts wild, and
From Hangovers To Heart Ache 2 From Hangovers To Heart Ache second half of chapter oneFrom Hangovers To Heart Ache 2
Ryan’s parents walked in shutting the door firmly behind them, his mother, stony eyed, stared straight through me, was she looking for malevolence? Some sign that I had done this on purpose? I had always thought that if something was to happen to him that his mother would comfort me and accept me more than she already had. Or had it all been a game? Was she pretending to like me knowing it would never last? She herself had told me that almost all marria
From Hangovers to Heart AcheFrom Hangovers to Heart Ache I stared at his pale body lying across the brilliant white hospital sheets. His hair was plastered to his forehead in an odd pattern. It was hard to say how I felt knowing he was hurt and possibly dying, I guess you could even call it my fault. Just maybe. Yep, I had made him go out that night but I hadn’t forced him drink and drive, no, that had been Devin’s fault. Couldn’t’t he have grown a spine when it actually mattered? I had wisely gone home with Anna, she hadn’t had a drink that night, well maybe one, but not like Ryan. Shot after shot of alcohol, I can’t remFrom Hangovers to Heart Ache
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