Dissident Lady (ON-GOING)
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Last published Wed, Dec 19, 2018
I love fairy tales and I dreamed of it everyday because of their haunting beauty and magical strangeness. They are set in worlds where anything can happen. Frogs can be kings, a thicket of brambles can hide a castle where a Royal of court has lain asleep for a hundred years, a boy can outwit a giant and a girl can break a curse with nothing but her courage and steadfastness.
Maybe, my fairy tale has a different ending than I dreamed it would. I expect that it would come true, but I guess, it was all an expectation.
Then the terrible event had come that makes my life turbulent and worse, they thrown me to a school that makes my life not just turbulent and worse, but fatal, lethal, detrimental, and deleterious.
That's why the 'Dissident Lady' was born, a lady that will make your life woeful, lousy and miserable once you cross between her lines.
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