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Every Friday MorningFriday, January 3rd
Every Friday morning at a quarter to ten, she steps into the shop to order her coffee.
I know because I’m always here when she arrives.
My train of thought crashes into a heap of twisted metal and burning ideas. None of it matters when I hear the bell of the door chime and she walks in bleary eyed and desperate for caffeine. I can never figure out if her eye-liner is smudged deliberately, or if she passed a hand over her eyes by accident and didn’t notice. Whatever the case, her eyes are beautiful, a stormy gray. They are the color of the ocean.
My fingers are frozen on my keyboard, and in those five minutes it takes for her to buy her coffee and leave, the world around m
Falling Stars : Chapter 3
Monday, August 25th 2008
“I can’t believe Mr. Phillips already assigned us this much homework…”
Robin glanced over at Jude when he spoke. He was tapping the eraser of his pencil against his Calculus homework, clearly disgruntled he hadn’t finished all of his work over the weekend. Now he was sitting at their lunch table, with only twenty more minutes to finish half of the assignment.
Blue Eyes in FlamesWhen the prince sees the flower bloom from the palm of her hand, he orders her arrest.
She is only seven years old.
He takes the flower from her and keeps it, even though he knows he shouldn't. He puts it a vase, or, rather, his servant does that for him. The flower doesn't ever die, even years later.
It's dawn of a December morning, and he's cold. But still, he stands next to his father dutifully and looks at the little girl with blue eyes that are now black from seven nights sleeping on a cold, dungeon floor behind bars. They cut off her dark brown hair during that time. She's tied to the pyre, and there are seven guards around her, holding sharper swords than normal, not that she could get away. There's one man dressed in black holding an unlit torch, with a mask over his face to prevent his death. His father raises his arm, and the torch is lit.
She locks her gaze to his, and he blinks at her. It's like she expects him to prevent it. He couldn't, though, he can't. She scares him, w
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