Photographs - Chapter OneNew Jersey, 1994. Auriella Arland was sullen. Her once golden curled hair hung limp and dry at her shoulders. She was far too thin, her skeletal frame visible bellow the shallow skin that was suitably pale as bone. Her eyes were darkened, worn and sunk deep into hollows of her skull. Auriellas hands were unsteady with daily tremors and her once perfect posture was now slumped over. She was a broken, bent leaf. She was an torn off-white. A slaughtered singing bird. She was spoiled. Auriellas cheekbones highlighted the loose skin around her lips, that were cracked and blue. A smile that was once envied by angels was now plagued with brokePhotographs - Chapter One
Photographs - ProloguePhotographs.Photographs - Prologue
They serve not only as reminders, but as proof life can change in the blink of an eye. Albums filled with picturesque timelines of the highs and lows.
The things we can remember.
The bright light flashes and saves more than just an image, but visual memories and freeze-frame interpretations on life.
That smiling child that was one you, staring out from a polaroid.
Remember that day? The day you got your first bike. The day you met 'Santa' or the day you and your best friend had a fight? Sometimes the intentions of these photographs are obvious.
Clear memories
How about some cucumber sammiches eh?
xx
Do you have sugar in your tea?
May your Christmas be merry.
xxox
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...And I'm Still Not Sure.
Is There Some Better Place I Could Be Heading Towards?
Where The Selfishly Sick And Self Absorbed Are Welcome?
Guess who?
Keeks.
I'm glad you like it.. i'll post the first and second chapters if they are requested ^.^
Kii. Thanks again!
xx
lustmyeyes,
half-eaten productions
(Movie Magic in '08)
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...And I'm Still Not Sure.
Is There Some Better Place I Could Be Heading Towards?
Where The Selfishly Sick And Self Absorbed Are Welcome?
I like that prologue you've written, are you going to post the rest as well?
x dennis
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