

The Sculpted LadyThere is this cemetery. Rows after rows of grey stone occupies the most part of the cemetery. On each tombstone, neat rows of chiselled words sum up the entire life of the ones that lay beneath. War heroes, young victims of plagues, husbands, wives, sisters and brothers. They rest sheltered under ancient willow trees who seem to be dipping their branches as if in an eternal greeting.The Sculpted Lady
Under the vast branches of the oldest willow, the Sculpted Lady lies. Her stone tresses fan out in front of her as she lays face down, ear cocked upwards to one side as if to eavesdrop on unsuspecting mourners. Her arms embrace the marble


A Girl With a Problem Shae blinks the sleep out of her eyes as she props herself up on her elbows in bed. Peering around in the semi-darkness, she finds the string that draws the curtains. She yanks on the string only to be punished for her abrupt action as the sunlight attempts to fry her optic nerves with its shining brilliance. Screening her new room of 3 weeks, she locates the scattered pieces of fabric that makes up her school uniform. Although Shae is still disorientated from her sudden awakening, she manages to tug on her sock while standing on one foot with minimal hopping and wobbling. Time to face the world, slips into Shaes mind as sheA Girl With a Problem
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