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Pearl Garden

Pearl Garden

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, Aug 4, 2014
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Romance
I was falling. Not physically, not in the sense that I was tripping over my feet or stumbling over a misplaced book. It was the falling of my mind, the failure of my own being. Life had betrayed me, sentenced me to an eternity of confusion and sorrow. I had been dealt a poor hand, but I had to play till the end. The only problem was that my end was approaching sooner than I would have liked. Each life is limited by time, however my time was standing still. And as time would have it, my life will be ending before I die. The story of Lacey Parker, and her battle for a life worth living after her mind chooses death.
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"It took me five seconds to fall. The impact on my chest jarring my body but not my mind. I suppose this is the point where your life is supposed to flash before your eyes as time itself freezes - and it did in a way. But I didn't relive my life physically like walking through an old memory, déjà vu in each step. It was a feeling, something that started in my chest and spread to my fingertips, one so unique to me that it encapsulated each significant event into one single second." For as long as May can remember one mystery has haunted her world. A dirty window before her, the grim obstructing her vision, she has lived with a loss she can't identify - that is until one rainy night. Gradually the spots of dirt May scratched at for so long wipe away with the touch of a finger. But when she looks in will she like what she sees - or will curiosity kill the cat?

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