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Sleeping Beauty Chapter oneChapter one: The Final Dance of the Trees
Hello, my name is Amorala, this is the story of how I died.
The cave entrance wasnt very far from here, only about one more mile. Well, a mile is a lot, just not as long as the five I had started about a couple hours ago. It wasnt very comfortable and the sun really wasnt good for my skin, you see, Im about as pale as anyone can be, and sun really doesnt like me. Even threw all the layers of 70 SPF sunscreen I put on, I was still starting to turn lobster red.
This was a trip my friends and I have been planning for the last two years. It was a group of five of us, Kyle, the oldest at 25 was leading this whole expedition. Hes a large muscular man, and was very experienced in hiking. Unlike the rest of us, but he was positive about the fact we would be lagging behind. Jale was his little sister, a spunky overweight sho
Sleeping Beauty IntroAmorala and her friends are just like you and me. From the same world as us. Maybe even graduated from your own collage. And maybe, just maybe, you might be sitting in one of their own dorm rooms, reading this, right now. Without ever knowing anything about their lives. Anything they went through. And you may never know about the magic they encountered simply by doing what any one would do. A trip to the cave.
A trip to a cave in the remote artic island that had been planned for months. Suggested by Amorala from the influence of a grandmothers bedtime story. The drive of a childhood fantasy giving her the ability to gain a great influence over her friends. But they agreed easily, each finding a pull of interest in the unnamed cave.
The stories consist of simple ghostly tales of how it used to be the home of the wealthy family Shalemph, though when they lived there it wasn't tho
a hospital bird with soot in her lungsshe slept through a car crash
that almost killed her,
through whitewhite walls
where her lover dies
nobody thought she'd make it
but she woke up a few months later
with flowers in her hair
and ash in her airway
trying to remember how to start all over
but forgetting to remember how to live.
fall slipped from her open eyes
and winter crawled in for a long hibernation
to her the clouds looked sick
and pale like they might
let everything inside them out,
but she opened up wide instead,
spilling blood where there was none to be spilled.
her heart slipped down the street
and with unsteady hands
she stitched in a bird and cut off its wings.
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