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escape reality

Her piercing green eyes, her luxurious brown hair held up with a white ribbon, that cascades down to her heels.

Her petite, delicate hands which I cannot hold for myself as she is not made out of body cells but pixels on my screen.

Her words aren't empty. It has meaning. She isn't real, but the love and bond between us is as real as it can get.

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Vampire story Draft #1

The bell chimes, the sound of rain masked by its deep and reverberant toll, indicating the end of school and the start of the holidays. A whole week by myself alone. A whole week of working on my romance novel. I felt a sense of elation running through my body. I saunter through the pouring rain, my clothes absorbing in the drops, the nostalgic smell of wet concrete wafting through the air. Today was another day to trespass in an abandoned art studio. Yes, it may be illegal, but I get the impression of comfort whenever I write my novel, especially when I'm in a place filled with a history of creating and sharing.