Semi-Hiatus

Yet here she sits in a room of her own. Far from the prying eyes of the ground floor. She’s hunched over her table of secrets, shrouded as a black silhouette. Her face covered to avoid a single glance of recognition. Did she exist as a ghost or a secret trapped beneath mahogany floors? She won’t say nor shall she speak of her existence. Instead a hoarse request leaves the figure.

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A shrill screech echoes in a final warning with the far door slamming shut in retort. Banging shakes the wooden door accompanied by wails of not one voice, but multiple. The silver handle twists and turns violently as if locked from one side. Devils threaten to unleash havoc on the world. Ah, but there. The door stops shaking. The handle stops twisting. Only sobbing from one trapped inside warns of their existence before they too are silenced.

The Borgias (TV Series) Sentence Starters

“Oh I’ll give you a legendary death, alright.” Eyes narrowed with the single spark of mischief lighting them. Her corner lip turning upward to a smug smile. “But remember; you asked for it.”

Her hand slammed against table letting her drink tremble at the assault. In a swift moment, she fanned her cards out for all to see. Three tens, and two fives sat among the suits. Truly not as strong as a royal flush, but enough to hopefully ensure the victory of the jackpot! So long as the good Colonel was bluffing in his attack.

@blueheartedmayor

A walk had been one of the most relaxing ventures of her day. Or at least, it should have been. The unease of sleep still course through her veins as though insomnia had become a disease. Of course, when it came to her darling brother, how could she ever refuse the opportunity for a visit? Sleep or not, she adore spending time with the only true family she had. He always brought a sense of fresh topics compared to those of her husband’s. After a while, those frivolous parties did become rather boring.