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Angels descending, bring from above,
Echoes of mercy, whispers of love.
Me? I support the whole protest against mainstream fashion and the movement against slave labour and clothes that are produced in sweatshops. The whole eating a animal thing doesn't appeal to me either. I can be very opinionated, and tbh - I believe eyeryone should have a voice and express themselves - music, art, books, cooking - whatever your meduim.
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Gwenllian's Creative writing essay:
Until life meets death - Lucifer
Until life meets death - Lucifer
Until life meets death - Lucifer
White exploded into my vision. The powers itself crawled over my skin. I felt so insignificant compared to it. My whole life fell apart before my eyes, memories scattered just outside my grasp. Every second of my short life seemed wasted. I had never truly felt young, but now as I gazed into the unknown I felt as if I were four again, lost in a alien crowded supermarket. Before I could stop myself, I cried out. “Mommy, Mommy”! Each nerve was alive. I had never felt so scared, alone. Death came as a unexpected surprise.
I took three deep claming breaths. This didn’t help. The light was so bright. Intimidating, alien, threatening. How could this happen to me? The question formed into my mind. I couldn’t quite grasp what had happened. Could I really be dead? Was this death? Each living memory was erased. Before I could start hyperventilating, a coldness spread over me. I could only describe as standing outside a snowstorm. A voice interrupted my inner thoughts. “Death meets your life Angelica. You must choose, to be immortal- or you can choose to move on. Do not ask me what lays before you. This is your path, you can warp it and shape it to your desire. Choose now. My patience wears thin”.
“What is this place, is it hell or heaven?” My voice was shrill and obviously heavily coated with scrutiny and fear. “This is neither, a place in-between dimensions. You are not damned or blessed. Child, you must chose” His voice was neither deep or high. It was light as an descending feather. He sounded bored, this feeling was enforced by his heavily lidded eyes. Words of such meaning came from his sculptured lips. They were exquisite as they were cunning. Before now I hadn’t been able to appreciate his beauty. His eyes were both intense and depthless, his skin translucently white such as milk. He wore casual dark clothes along with his ruffled wavy hair. But words alone couldn’t paint any justice to this God before me. Each word he spoke formed heavy letters in the clouds above me. I felt as if every syllable were weighing down my soul. “I want to go back. My life, it wasn’t over. It had barely just began. This isn’t fair! I wasn’t expecting it!” His calm expression infuriated me. How calmly could I discuss my own death?
“No one expects death. Even less embrace and accept it. The truth is Angelica, ever since you were born - every second death stalked you in the shadows. You are mortal, you age, you die. This is how it must be. I am offering you more. Take my hand Angelica. My angel. Live an immortal life by my side” As he finished his sentence, large wings unfolded behind him. He called me his angel. Compared to his beauty, I was overcast. “ Who are you?” My breath came out in a unsteady jolt. His beauty struck me as did his dark power.
“Many mortal men know me as Lucifer, join me Angelica. Experience what I experience. You are worth of true life”. His outstretched wings rose. He unfolded his arm as an obvious gesture. In his presence I could hardly think. But I had a strong feeling that something was terribly wrong. Before I could catch my breath, he enfolded me completely in his dark endless feathers. I noticed they were the same colour as his hair, a deep black that threw back the light - reflecting a prison of colours.
When I awoke, I felt disorientated and groggy. My whole body objected any movement I tried to make. I turned my neck, applying the slightest pressure I could manage to the left. The fist thing I noticed was the vast cavern that lay ahead of me. The sight was breathtakingly beautiful. I tore my gaze away to the nearby pathway that was littered with loose pebbles. The pebbles alerted me of someone approaching on the upper east side. Each pebble rolled lazily around the pathway, crunching beneath each step he/ she / it took towards me.
My survival instinct was creaming for me to run. This were a fight of flight situation, shame I could do neither in my condition. My pursuer was nearing my place of concealment. In another moment he would discover my hideout. He entered, purposefully investigating the cavern. Before long, artificial light pored into my eyes. I cringed away for the light, straightening my spine against the hardened wall of clay. It crumbled against my panicked weight.
“Now, look. I know this has to be strange for you - all’ like being abducted or anything’ but I mean you no harm. Honestly” My pursuer was female, she gestured with her hands - obviously opening them in a signs of encouragement. I looked at her books first. It became clear why she hesitated between each step, three-inch heel accompanied with loose stones always resulted with a broken bone. Her jeans were dirty yet casual hinting that she lived here - with her clay covered hands. She wore a long black coat pulled down over her hands. I looked at her face - trying to memorise it for later use. If I ever managed to escape form this hell, the police were to be noted. She had a oval face structure accompanied with alabaster skin, and was at least a head shorter than me at her full height. I was astounded by the canines that indented her lover lip. A vampire? The thought seemed hardly ridiculous in this place. Anything seemed possible.
I finally met her kind strange blue eyes, she didn’t seem intentionally cruel, such as Lucifer.
“My names Candy, what’s yours?” She had a okie-American accent and seemed to find it difficult to pronounce words properly around her large canine teeth. I stared at her for many seconds, the awkward silence filled the cavern.
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