Her face is that of an Angel, beautiful, composed, a calm mask for the world. (She dares not crack). She begins to dance, body twisting, contorting with dainty steps, a thousand eyes following her movements. To others she is fine, but the icy snake of fear nips at her innards. Do not fail, he has ordered. She would not.
Chanah Boon
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ReplyDeleteI sort of liked it. But it felt just like the beggining of a story and would make it more intresting if there was more
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