Elle Peabody
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When posed with the question of how to define myself, I would say nothing as a definition excludes the limitless possibilities for change.
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(Ominous POV) Gazing upon silver slivers, diamond flecks lightly bouncing slowly around. The reflection of her eyes left her thoroughly surprised. The lifeless sheen that had overwhelmed her orbs had fled, they were once again full with a sharp longing to stay that way. It had been so long since she had seen a shimmer in her own reflection. The image before her had changed once more as if each time she glanced there was a new person she must learn to romance. To dance with herself. To learn the new steps. To hope she hadn’t once again become less.
By Elle Peabody4 years ago in Fiction
The Book Yet to Be Written
It has been a week since the death of my grandmother. I can still see her smiling face sitting across from me at the dining room table, cracking jokes and laughing at the “sprites” dancing in the kitchen. She was always an odd bird, set in her ways and walking her own path. All who met her were bewitched by her words and charisma.
By Elle Peabody5 years ago in Families
