"Yea Kate I feel dead alive!".
" El darling don't dull yourself for little losses. I can see the efforts you are putting in to look like a strong ass! But, trust me it can happen only if you let off your pants a bit!", Kate bores a giggle at me.
"Foxy chick don't try to get a pint to burn me more..I am not up to any mournful bash!", great ideas don't hit me hard, at least not now.
Kate continues to pester me for letting loose, why wouldn't she?. She's been my best mate since we were two, sharing darkest and brightest moments. My definition of bondage is KATE.
Her blond hair shining with thrill, crystal eyes dancing with positivity and most importantly best arms to be in when I feel bold bald severely, she's my lifeline. Her warm palm caress my dim lit face as I finally agree to party for my sad loss. "Get your flat tum sticking to your dress by 8 and wait at the gates of town. Cya honeycup...", waving her hand through the sun shield she drives off in her rich wit Benz towards the outskirts of town, to her farm villa.
I wonder if this idea is to make me move on or does it hold much more naughty tricks of my friend, sounds like a great idea though. I am sad to agree that great idea has finally had it's strike.
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I walk through the lanes of Rosefield town thinking of my party dresses and other girly stuff for tonight's party. The town is roughly populated and streets are mirrors of Bermuda triangle. Fortunately I have been lucky enough to survive here for past 16 years. After I lost my precious parents, I have lived alone although my aunt is just next to my door. I don't know why I have been spared to live in this bloody world, I can't explain the burden of loneliness and loss. It's all about being a pet to every butcher's mouth in a small town like Rosefield. But, when we are left with the responsibility of fulfilling our lost dreams options are mere. Probably my hometown loves me like a holy Mary, making me fall under the lamps of hope.
Rosefield is so named for it's widespread fields of ever blossomed roses. Looking beyond every fence pleasures the eyes with aspirin of nature. Residents call it 'THE OTHER UNIVERSE OF DAY'.
This beautiful town has history undefined. Migrations are beep stuff and any new face is a hover of gossip.
Daylight prettiness is not the light after dawn, ever since the place is known it's said to have been gulping thousands of bio. Except those mesmerizing roses, other plants, animals and human life go missing without any sync periodicity. People shut themselves at dawn everyday. None question to know the truth for these happenings, not at the cost of their dear life.
Author's note:
Ella lives after all these burden and scare. She believes it to be holy blessings and walks with determination. But, the town is a predator, waiting for it's next pray. Will Ella's belief fold as the city unfolds it's darkest secrets?
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