The Dainty Voice

The Dainty Voice

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication mar., oct. 10, 2023
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The story is being told from Lunas Perspective! Not long ago, Luna bought this house out in nowhere, as she is a likes being alone and didnt really have any friends. Luna was mainly awake in the evening and at night, but she did one exeption to buy that house of course, Luna definetely knew what her name meant, The moon, it made perfect sense. A few days ago, Luna found a fawn left alone during the night, on her daily walks through the dark and silent forest, it had no mother or father, the only thoughts in her brain was to take it with her and care for it as if it was her own, only to find out she might not be human. But back to this house, it also came with a clock tower which wasent in the description of the house, so she has always been curuois whats in there, and who built it and one day Luna decided to go in to see for herself what its all about.
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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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