She was just 17 and the pain she was put through was far more frightful than her worst nightmare. So weak to remove the painful scars those pleasure seekers left on her body and soul. 130 more words
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A very early start to the day; I even got up before the alarm spoke (it speaks every day but I don’t always listen) and went to the bathroom with a plaster cast on my head - I would paint it with black and white squares later and then wait for a king or queen. I caught the bus moments before a young girl with a desert landscape on her chest; the other passengers sat like cactus waiting for the cool of the night to photosynthesise (counterintuitive I know). Sometime after this I met the chess master and we talked as we ate, I checked the colour of plants in his garden and then came home before he had called checkmate. I got off in town, which was suspended from a hot air balloon, and walked home under its slowly migrating shadow; once there I immediately proclaimed the shadow our house’s own.