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the words of love

Sarah is bored. She is supporting Tom in creating the appropriate questions and answers for crosswordpuzzles in the paper "signs of the world" so what the hell is she doing here? Her Chief, Mrs. Candle, hasnt offered her a better position in the redaction yet, so why have they sent her to this event? 

Tom, the journalist, who got Sarah now as personal assistence, seems rather interested and doesnt notice Sarahs desire to just leave this event. He has talked a lot about it the days before,how interesting it would be, so there is obviously little chance of leaving earlier.

Sarah realizes that this frustration evokes hunger, as it happens often in similar situations, so she snaps her bag and prospects for some snackarea where she can feed her stomach.

When Sarah enters the small bistro she finds at a hidden corner of bookshop , Katherine is writing eagerly on her new book, a story about a pianist who finds her love in the keys of a piano, and just shortly lifts her head to see who has entered that lonesome bistro.


The Worst Day of My Life

Was this implausible series of misfortunate events just a way for fate to bring my ex-husband and I back together again?
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Sinking Reality

I walked around aimlessly before sitting in a chair, trying to figure out what my next move was, how was I to uncover the truth??? I hung my head low, ran my hands through my hair and suddenly I heard a faint noise, a light beeping noise that was growing louder and louder by the second. I couldn't get it to stop! I can't figure out where it is coming from!! It's driving me mad, insane, crazy!! I get up and search frantically for the source but I can't find it. How am I ever going to figure out my next move if I can't get this noise out of my head? I run around in circles, pulling at my hair – this has to STOP!
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Through A Glass Darkly: Urbania

Mirrors. I am the reflection of many moons

If I seek, I shall find, yet I find...emptiness


Without a prayer for forgiveness, I left him

N'ermore to look for his gaze, to long for his touch

Mystery in song, meaning in laughter

Hollowed-out memories of a lifetime past

Now descended to madness and raging for justice

In a world gone wrong

Oh! Hope, where is thy sting?

I turned on the news today

The killings go on

I am no more, until it is no longer.

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