07-02-2021, 02:56 AM
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Once upon a time, a young woman longed to attend a publicly open dance for those of renown. She was a simple woman, yet one with a beauty of her own. Excited for the event, she prepared a beautiful golden gown and a suit for her husband, fine pressed and of the finest material with a tie of matching color. When the dance was three hours away, she peaked into his office only to hear typing at the type-writer.
Click. Click. Click
Click. Click. Click
"Are you going to get ready?" She asks, hair wrapped with a towel as she finished her bath. "In a minute." He responds dryly.
Click. Click. Click.
Offering a smile, she merely nods and sets into her closet. A brush glides through her hair and she sings in front of her vanity. Soon, she prepares to slip into her golden gown, but her husband's suit remains untouched. Once more, she peaks her head in. "Are you... going to get ready?" She repeats her question before. "In a minute." He says, clicking away at the type writer. The dance begins in just an hour. The yellow gowned woman sits in front of her vanity. A pearly jewelry box pops open and a mountain of jewels glisten. She picks out her favorite, a gift from her husband. Heels on, perfume sprayed, their carriage should arrive in the next fifteen minutes. She approaches his office and the door is closed.
Twice, she knocks.
Click. Click. Click.
"Are you coming?" She asks quietly following another knock. "I have too much work to do." His muffled voice can be heard behind the door. Slowly, she parts from the closed door. She refuses to cry, not when she's spent so long on her makeup, so long on her hair. But the woman finds herself outside of their estate, moon high in the sky and comforting her. Its light offers solace, more than her husband can. Her hands rise to cup her face. Beneath the cosmos, and twinkling stars, she weeps.
And weeps. And weeps. And weeps.
Click. Click. Click.
Click. Click. Click.
Offering a smile, she merely nods and sets into her closet. A brush glides through her hair and she sings in front of her vanity. Soon, she prepares to slip into her golden gown, but her husband's suit remains untouched. Once more, she peaks her head in. "Are you... going to get ready?" She repeats her question before. "In a minute." He says, clicking away at the type writer. The dance begins in just an hour. The yellow gowned woman sits in front of her vanity. A pearly jewelry box pops open and a mountain of jewels glisten. She picks out her favorite, a gift from her husband. Heels on, perfume sprayed, their carriage should arrive in the next fifteen minutes. She approaches his office and the door is closed.
Twice, she knocks.
Click. Click. Click.
"Are you coming?" She asks quietly following another knock. "I have too much work to do." His muffled voice can be heard behind the door. Slowly, she parts from the closed door. She refuses to cry, not when she's spent so long on her makeup, so long on her hair. But the woman finds herself outside of their estate, moon high in the sky and comforting her. Its light offers solace, more than her husband can. Her hands rise to cup her face. Beneath the cosmos, and twinkling stars, she weeps.
And weeps. And weeps. And weeps.
Click. Click. Click.
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I don't like this story. Romantic tales, especially tragic ones, aren't something I enjoy. Why does she cry instead of confronting him?
What a foolish woman.
I don't like this story. Romantic tales, especially tragic ones, aren't something I enjoy. Why does she cry instead of confronting him?
What a foolish woman.
This one is a waste of time.
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Rise.
Stand.
Stand.
Keep standing.
Do not falter.
Write even if it hurts.
Write even if it hurts.
Write even if it hurts.
Rest.
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Repeat.
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