.2. Her eyes rolled as she tried to focus. The world was still spinning, her head pounding. She couldn't work out how long she'd been gone for, only that with the darkness peace had come. She closed her eyes again. Her body was still spread across the floor, and she knew that when she tried to move her body would protest immensely. She cleared her throat. Her mouth tasted vile, but she'd given up on brushing her teeth before she'd found the cubical. In the harsh light of the fluorescents, her life looked dismal. She stirred. First stretching her fingertips, her right arm by her head, her left spread behind her, then her arms. Finding no unbeara
.1. The fluid ran through her veins. The blood that kept her alive, mixing with substances unsure to even her as her head fell back and she let out a sigh of relief. Sitting in the toilet of a metro station, her back against the door of a cubical she got her first fix that day, mixed with what ever she could find at the bottom of her coat pocket. Heroin was expensive. The dirty, hard, cold floor of the ladies room, sodden from the over flowing toilet two cubicles down had been her bed for the past three weeks. Her clothes were mattered with blood and dirt from sleeping rough, her hair tied in a ponytail with a bobble she’d found on the s
Iridescent Storm 1 Chapter One. She sat alone on the train, clutching her handbag close to her chest. It was summer, but she was dressed in a black knee length skirt and blazer, holding a small grey mac. Her legs were crossed delicately, and she was wearing two inch heels. Her long hair was dark and hanging just below her shoulders, curling vigorously in tight ringlets. She didn't have a noticeable beauty, it was subtle, the kind which could be appreciated. She never wore anything more than mascara and brown shadow to highlight the vast mahogany of her eyes. She had left work late that day, but the daylight was still blazing and she thanked whoever was l
Iridescent Storm Prologue PrologueShe held the thin envelope in her fingertips, turning the paper over in her hands again and again. She could feel her whole body tremble. It was too real, too soon. he wasn't ready, but there was nothing left for her to do.Taking in a deep breath of air, she carefully put the letter down on the end-table and walked back into the darkness.
Is The Day That I Die I Think Everyone Should Have A List Of Things To Do Before They Die... And I Really Enjoyed Doing This And I think Everyone Should Give It A Go :)So before I die I want to ...1. Write an novel2. Publish or get published3. Sell a piece of my original art work 4. Design a Tattoo 5. Do the best i can in my GCSE's 6. Get to College7. Photography 8. Find Myself9. Become comfortable with just being me10. Forget about my faults, focus on my strengths 11. Go to University 12. Live By Myself13. Have Kids14. Get Married 15. Create A Scrap Book For My Kids16. Travel ... some place on a plane 17. Go on a cruise18. B
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