Today’s task was to talk of fears, in a style distinct from my own. So in taking a break from my seemingly endless sentences I have crammed ten full stops into just fifty three words…
Arachnophobe.
My blood had chilled. It was flowing around my body in an icy haze. He was taunting me. I was petrified.
He could read every sign. Of course he could. You don’t miss much with eight eyes.
I was minding my own business. He invaded my peripheral. Now we were at a standoff.
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I was reminded today of my very first love. I was just five years old, it was love at first sight and I have been tumbling into an abyss of affection ever since. The object of my adoration was a black patent princess pair of brogues that had a key hidden under their heel. These days I lust after sleek stilettos with suede soles. They give my feet plenty of kisses, lots of hugs, sometimes they draw blood, but I’ll always forgive and forget in the end.
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