The intense gaze .

The intense gaze .

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One fine afternoon, in the narrow street of Wellington, the Sun left its charming gaze, emerging the dark clouds out of sudden. Two young ladies Ana and her little sister Thea making their way to home . With the roaring sound of thunder Ana chose a dark backstreet to reach faster. "Honey walk faster " Ana asked her sister. " I am walking, I will complain mommy " Thea retorted back . "I am tired.uffo ! " Thea said with her puppy eyes. With making faster pace , as the showering got intensified, little did Ana knew she is about to witness a nerve wrecking event in that cold abandoned alleyway. Join the story of Ana . Stay Tuned. The story is my own imagination, stealing my story is not appreciated. All rights reserved. Lots of love and light ❤️.
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Certainly they could trust that those in power ultimately had the best interests of the people in mind, right? ~~~ Luna slouched low in her seat, staring at droplets of water that ran diagonally down the window of the bus. The sky was a flat, depressing grey and the incessant, soaking rain left her constantly chilled. It was a typical "liquid sunshine" day in the Pacific Northwest. They drove past a single tall scraggly tree on top of a hill shrouded in mist. The creepy tree was full of screaming crows. How could she hear them from inside the bus when she couldn't even seem to hear the voices of the kids around her? Geez, that was an awfully freaking dark image. She shivered and looked away. What did they call a group of crows again? Right, a murder of crows. Perfect. The weather was certainly the only thing that was typical these days, although you'd never know it by looking around the bus at most of the kids as they sat joking and gossiping with each other just like they had before... before that day everything had changed. Idiots.

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