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The Alienated Angel
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Ongoing, First published Sep 16, 2017
One day in Koronto a shooting star came falling down from the night sky! a flaming ball of white with an aumbre of blue mist trailing behind it. once it landed on the perfect valley of green grass it exploded in to a tornado of lavender colored flowers and once the brush wind of flowers settled on the ground  a beautiful creature stepped out of the curl in the ground and found her balence and looked around curiously...
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Big empty rooms. Yells echoing across the corridors. The stench of Mother's whisky breath. The sound of the clock in the dining hall where Father never eats, endlessly ticking away the hours without him. Sometimes, there are scars that don't go away. This is not a love story. It's not about magic and hope. This is the story of my life, for the times I had no one but the stars. _____ I clambered onto the roof, even if it was chilly for star watching. I needed a helping hand. “Why?” I asked the sky, the moon, the stars—anyone who would listen. But they didn’t answer. How childish of me, to talk to the stars, I was pathetic wasn’t I? Yet I tried again. “Help?” Nothing. “Talk to me you damn stars!” I shouted. Just then, a shooting star flew by, like a dashing stroke of paint, gone as quickly as it had come. It seemed that this was my chance. I said, “I wish someone would love me, as much as I love the stars.” And to those words, I went back into my room, my cell, and awaited my fate.