Mirrored Magic
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Category:
Romance › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
990
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Storm [] mrotS
I really should be working on Distorted Stand...but I couldn\'t help but feed this muse, depending on the input I get from this I will continue posting it online.
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Storm mrotS
\"Elita, don\'t forget, you have to be home by 10 o\'clock!\"
Elita balanced her right foot into the pedal, and swung her left foot around, with a distant wave of farewell to her Aunt, she pedalled fast, her brown hair rippling wildly as it cut through the air. Her skirt swishing behind her, avoiding being caught into the cycles chain. She breathed in the remaining fragrances of Summer and looked ahead at the looming woods with warm, sparkling eyes. Getting off of her bicycle, she ran into the woods with a delighted shriek. Looking at the grey sky, framed by the tree tops she heard a low rumble and smiled, her eyes closed, her lips parted, her arms shaking with anticipation, she waited.
Drop.
Drop drop drop drop drop.
The rain rolled off her face, into her neck, down her shirt. She turned in delight, her arms stretched wide, her left foot planted firmly in the ground while her right extended to the side in a delicate point. She burst out laughing and ran further into the woods, her thin hair plastered across her body, twisting along her arms, and down her legs. Tripping over her unlaced sneaker she fell, face first into a puddle of wet mud. Gasping for air she looked down at her white peasant skirt, splotched with mud. Really, it looked like a Rorschach ink blot.
It\'s a naked Mrs. Pickingham reading the Daily News in front of a bunch of bouncy balls.
Stroking her chin, she looked at her skirt carefully, trying to find more images, There\'s a melting popsicle, and look a cow eating a parsnip!
Another roar of thunder, broke her from her thoughts as she tried to remember what time it was, the trees swayed and she looked at them..
Is it time to go home?
They shook violently. Grinning she nodded and gave thanks to the trees and continued exploring her woods.
Some distance away, Elita\'s Aunt looked down at her watch, 10:45.
That girl was in trouble.
R&R
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Storm mrotS
\"Elita, don\'t forget, you have to be home by 10 o\'clock!\"
Elita balanced her right foot into the pedal, and swung her left foot around, with a distant wave of farewell to her Aunt, she pedalled fast, her brown hair rippling wildly as it cut through the air. Her skirt swishing behind her, avoiding being caught into the cycles chain. She breathed in the remaining fragrances of Summer and looked ahead at the looming woods with warm, sparkling eyes. Getting off of her bicycle, she ran into the woods with a delighted shriek. Looking at the grey sky, framed by the tree tops she heard a low rumble and smiled, her eyes closed, her lips parted, her arms shaking with anticipation, she waited.
Drop.
Drop drop drop drop drop.
The rain rolled off her face, into her neck, down her shirt. She turned in delight, her arms stretched wide, her left foot planted firmly in the ground while her right extended to the side in a delicate point. She burst out laughing and ran further into the woods, her thin hair plastered across her body, twisting along her arms, and down her legs. Tripping over her unlaced sneaker she fell, face first into a puddle of wet mud. Gasping for air she looked down at her white peasant skirt, splotched with mud. Really, it looked like a Rorschach ink blot.
It\'s a naked Mrs. Pickingham reading the Daily News in front of a bunch of bouncy balls.
Stroking her chin, she looked at her skirt carefully, trying to find more images, There\'s a melting popsicle, and look a cow eating a parsnip!
Another roar of thunder, broke her from her thoughts as she tried to remember what time it was, the trees swayed and she looked at them..
Is it time to go home?
They shook violently. Grinning she nodded and gave thanks to the trees and continued exploring her woods.
Some distance away, Elita\'s Aunt looked down at her watch, 10:45.
That girl was in trouble.
R&R