GoddessWith a dreamy smile, she walks in beauty like a fallen angel. Or a great goddess.Goddess
she rules the great moon, and at her feet they worship; pagans of the world.
Her eyes are like stars, shining with wisdom and love for faithful children.
Her heart is tender and her intentions are good, which is very rare.
And we all depend of that knowledge and wisdom To flourish in life.
Mona LisaHer eyes are vacant, A small smile gracing her lips. She is beautiful.Mona Lisa
I have no idea of the thoughts her maker had but they were genius.
The stroke of a brush across the taut new canvas; no sound but that one.
A small smile for her; the lady he is painting; The Mona Lisa.
What he does not know, is that she shall be famous; forever revered.
Her smile shall go on, so mysterious and pure; untouched by the years.
9-11 act three scene threeAct 3 scene 39-11 act three scene three
Tory, Michelle, and Belle are in a large room cluttered with filing cabinets and a huge desk. Behind that desk is a pleasant, middle aged woman named Ana, and by her side is a wide-eyed little girl who is trying her best not to fidget.
While Anne speaks Michelle stares at the little two-year-old girl, taking in the marked resemblance. Tory holds her hand in support and they are both beaming.
ANA: well, Hope came to us two years ago when she was first born. Her mother was a victim in the 9/11 attacks and they never managed to identify her before she died so the poor little lamb came here. Sh
9-11 Act three scene twoAct 3 scene 29-11 Act three scene two
Tory and Michelle are holding hands in front of a large crowd of people, dressed breathtakingly. It is their wedding reception and they are handing out slices of wedding cake to their guests with huge matching smiles on the faces. Closest to them are Neil, Terry, Jack, and his friend Bob, and even Jack looks happier than usual. It is the second anniversary of the 9/11 events.
Tory smiles lovingly down at Michelle. TORY: well, we are stuck together for better or for worse now. Congratulations Mrs. DiAngelo.
NEIL: here, here; I totally agree, and might I add that you look perfect today Michel
AB: Under the Influence 1Under the Influence: Scenario OneAB: Under the Influence 1
Babysitting. Yet again. Only one of the many evils of children.
What a bitch.
Edward was sitting on the couch with Becca because Donna had to go to yet another psychic convention because her advisor said it was “written in the stars” that she go. It was the only way in hell he would be caught dead watching animated movies.
Thumbelina of all things. Some weird animated version with lots of singing, dancing, and talking animals. Except for the dog.
“If I had a girl no bigger than my thumb, I’d squash her,” he muttered disgustedly as he rolled the
AB: DisciplineDisciplineAB: Discipline
Absently he brushed at the small scars on the back of his hand. Four small, perfect circles in the pattern of the tines of a fork; faded white and nearly invisible with time. The cost of manners, he supposed as he waited for her to leave the cemetery.
His father had always been so intent on manners and discipline.
A small smile formed on his lips as he thought that, cold and predatorily hungry. He had learned the lessons very well and with only those four inconsequential scars as the price. Anything else would never be seen, his father had been skilled and made sure that the lessons were swift
back?
Tired
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Words like violence break the silence
Come crashing in, into my little world.
Painful to me, pierce right through me.
Can't you understand, oh, my little girl?
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