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Post by Riverrose ~April!!!~ on Jul 1, 2011 9:53:35 GMT -5
The maids opened the door when he returned; In enormous eyes he read the problem, Pushed past the silent, white nurse. The children, confused, were marched off, The governess leading the boys over the lawn. Head swimming, the steps floundered, He sprinted in; she was lifted; The eyes in her head were black, The brightness evaporated. She was tough, the world was wild.
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Post by cafeboy on Jul 2, 2011 10:07:29 GMT -5
This is so brilliant. Imagery is so good. like a little story
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Post by ladylilith ~stalwart~ on Jul 4, 2011 13:19:09 GMT -5
It made me think of a clasic Agatha Christie, I had Poirot on my peripherals as I read this Fabulously crafted Drops m'dear. Encore, encore!! Lily^^
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Post by Astarael ~ Enduring on Jul 18, 2011 3:49:39 GMT -5
Gorgeous definitely had that old-worldy feel to it and was so fluid and detailed. Fantastic drops.
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Post by Shiloh on Jul 19, 2011 0:02:33 GMT -5
awesome
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Post by trampledrose on Aug 8, 2011 16:54:04 GMT -5
Brilliant! a poetically told story is always entertaining. well done
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Post by Sir Daniel on Aug 27, 2011 21:07:14 GMT -5
you painted a background and your reader can easily imagine the story inside it.. the life these two led, the wealth they have and their children.. sad poem yet wonderful when you remember the fact your words were limited to the drops words.
take care,
~ Daniel
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