he happens to be black;;

Feb 05, 2010 00:24

Her aura oozed sadness like her lips oozed blood. Her own sad aura blended with those of the like; as they say - misery loves its company. The happy shouts and laughs of others cut through her fog like searing hot knife intent on branding her heart with jealously forever. And the sound of her name being called wrapped itself around her neck and ( Read more... )

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furorpoeticus February 10 2010, 06:25:37 UTC
I like the "with a puppy dog pout" line all the way through the ending. I've recently taking to writing original short prose too! read minnne! :DDD?

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enmeshment February 10 2010, 06:47:37 UTC
Read and adored. <33

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