Lorelei sighed as she finally uploaded the latest oneshot to her blog on WordPress. She slid out from under the desk on her office chair and stretched, cracking her neck from one side to the other. Lorelei had been sat at her desk for hours, trying to perfect the story that she had been writing up, and had finally finished. Her mum yelled at her every couple of hours, saying something about how she should get her butt off the chair and go and do something more productive. Lorelei didn’t understand; at least she wasn’t one of those kids who was out there smoking drugs or something. Read more
I’ve watched my mistress every day, and know all about her. I’ve seen her smile, laugh, cry, get angry, everything. I’ve been her loyal friend from the very beginning, and when she took me with her to that music academy she’s always talking about with her friends, I felt so excited. Whatever emotion she felt, I felt as well.
Of course, I knew about the pain that Mistress had gone through as well. Read more
Aurelia followed the woman into the back room of the antique shop, clutching the strap of her messenger bag tightly. Her gaze drifted to her surroundings as she walked. Shelves lined the walls, clocks, statues, lamps and jewellery boxes settled atop them. Carpets and curtains hung from hooks on the ceiling, and old leather armchairs were littered around the area. Aurelia drifted her fingertips along the arm of one armchair; the leather was smooth and soft. She walked past mannequins with the most vintage dresses and coats, and she fingered the soft, velvet material as she walked past. Having taken in her surroundings completely, she returned her gaze to the woman in front of her. Read more