Shadow Of Her Love 1: DoubtA little prick, a needle in my arm, a silent death; I wasn't expecting that. I always thought I'd die in a gunfight, guns blazing, taking some punks down with me. But never like this.Shadow Of Her Love 1: Doubt
Caught by surprise, I stare blankly up at the young woman as she sits straddling me. Those beautiful purple eyes. Her chocolate brown skin. She gazes down at me and sighs, and I wonder to myself... how did things come to this?
Maybe...
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She punched me. Punched my shoulder like she always used to. A playful hit to wake me up.
"Rikes," Indigo said, returning he
The TapestryMuttering about clients acting like spoiled brats, the woman lays down the sheaf of papers she had been poring over at her desk and glances at the clock on the wall. Two in the morning. It was way too late – or early – to be still up doing work. Sighing, she flicks the desk lamp off, gets up, and makes her way to her bedroom, leaving the papers to be finished tomorrow. “Just because someone screwed up and sent a letter somewhere else, I have to spend hours cleaning up the mess” she grumbles as she prepares for bed.The Tapestry
After washing up, she huddles down under the covers and closes her eyes, hoping she can get at least enough sleep to
Peace~
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Perception is a nasty word.
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"Thought does not bow to authority. " - Ayn Rand
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