The Hissing Sound She could hear it. Always there. Always the same. The sound was impossible to ignore. It was maddening. She sat in the corner with her hands over her ears, trying desperately to drown out the clatter. It never worked. How do you block out a noise coming from inside your own head? She'd been ten years old the first time she heard it. She'd been curious, and looked around but hadn't found anything. She'd asked her mother about it. She could hear it, right?…
Apples and Agony The little bell over the door rang merrily just seconds before the sweet scent of fresh baked goods surrounded her in a warm caress. It was still early in the day, just past seven but already the shelves were full of fresh bread and the cases full of sweet delights. *Impossible to choose just one.* Talia thought to herself as she browsed the possibilities. The smell of warm apple drew her to a case on the left, where a batch of tarts was resting next to a…
Guilty A villain is a villain. Nobody cares about the why or how of it. It matters little the pain, anger, fear or betrayal that leads them to make the choices they make. Nobody cares how you get where you're going, the end result is all that matters. Being broken down time and time again, losing pieces of yourself along the way; how could it not twist you into something else? How could it not make you ugly? Miseria certainly felt ugly most of the time. Her name alone marked…
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