She went to the docks every day at around six post meridium. She would take her dog with her and just stare at the water for hours. Where the villagers stood, they don`t see much. Just a girl staring at the water. Little do they know that she would whisper her sympathies to the remains of those thrown in the lake. She would whisper to those wanting revenge on the villagers who gave them such a watery grave to be at rest and save their energy when the time comes. 

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Sometimes I would lie to my parents and tell them I`m going to a friend`s house. Well it`s partly true for you see, I have made a friend from the sea. My parents forbid me to go near the sea even though my father frequents it. My friend told me the fishermen were cruel and he would drown them along with their ships. I`ve forgiven him for what he`s done and now we`re good friends again. Sometimes I would lie to my mom and tell her I`m going to a friend`s house…

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They would come round my place at the stroke of midnight, tapping slowly away at my door and rattling the knob. “Have you accepted Jesus as your Lord and Saviour yet?” You musn`t answer when they ask you this. Lock the doors and lets go to bed and hope that the tapping on the window disappears in the morning. 

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They would talk and they would whisper about me. They would tell one another about my past, about my actions. And they would judge me with their empty eyes as I walk past. They pretend to be discreet but I know what they talk about. And it keeps me up at night.  

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petitetiaras:

What the princesses do on their day off. 

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festival-culture:

Tomorrowland, 2011 - Antwerp - Belgium

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waffles!