Anne Shirley

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StoryI love your bones. Anne Shirley313 years 2 months ago
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My stories

A very successful day :)

There was a day when I got up a bit later than usual. My hair felt alright, so I didn’t touch it. I washed my face, the water was warm. And when I looked in the mirror I saw a girl smile.

A prince and his fat horse

Just a mid life crisis rant really.

Vultures

Like vultures we wait, the old, the strange they have no place here. Those with their dignity not quite attached, they’ll watch it scraped away like weak skin. Bones laid bare,

Princess

I refuse to be a part of her silly delusion. She’s sitting high, twirling perfect hair through perfect fingers. And I am here, twisting thoughts through a very imperfect mind.

Alfred and his dreams.

He was a little man, the kind who pretended not to notice people like you, and the smirks behind your smiles. When you came knocking, banging on his door, demanding payment. A simple,

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