The bitter wind whistled and the snow lay on the ground as a few
people crept silently to get out of the cold, a hat tumbled its way
across the snow encrusted cobbles and it finally lay in the gutter,
motionless. There was no bustle of the world passing by, a lack of
reversing Lorries and thick cockney accents selling roasted chestnuts
or frosty flowers to passers buy. A few warm glows of light appeared
from shop windows, although hardly any had attempted to open on this
frozen winter's day. Behind the counter of a small backstreet bookshop
sat a women deeply engrossed in a novel. As she leant forwards towards
her book a few strands of hair fell gently over her face and crept in
front of her torte shell rimmed glasses.
As the light dimmed into darkness she was oblivious to the passing of
time, "Are you going to be reading that book all day Lilly?" Tabs
said, but Lilly was unaware and remained motionless. "Ok, well I
better be off then, don't stay open too long, we don't want to look
like we are begging for custom," She sighed, with no hint of sarcasm,
as she wrapped her scarf around her neck, "Well, bye then!". As Tabs
moved towards the door she heaved in a last intake of warm air and
swept away into the bitter outside. As the door closed the cardboard
signs tumbled in the momentary wind and the soft bell chimed
festively.
A few more minutes of motionless reading passed before Lilly swept her
loose strands of hair behind her ear and shut the book. She
contemplated closing the shop for a few minutes and was just finishing
the last mouthful of cold tea, as the cardboard signs tumbled once
again in the wind and the bell chimed o...
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...ds the door, enveloping the lady in his left arm. As he opened
the door he turned, "Thanks Lilly." He said and his eyes glinted. As
they left the shop Lilly saw under the ladies scarf was a purple
bruise on her neck.
As they left, she did not hear the tumbling of the cardboard signs in
the wind, or even the door click shut, all she could hear was the
slamming of the front door, the shouting and the piercing screams.
After a few moments had passed Lilly hurried to the door, locked it
shut and turned off the lights. Leaning back against the door she
allowed herself to slip to the floor. Everything went silent as the
words she had just heard echoed in her head and her whole body
trembled. The realisation had been confirmed, she could run, but
hiding from her memories would be something she would never be able to
do.
The woman leaned in so close, that Lorelei could feel the woman’s breath on her face.
"glinted along the paper as she turned a page with a flutter of slender muscles
think of what to do next. She pulled her fur hood up over her dark
'Come here! You may kiss me if you like! I kissed her cheek as she
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The man leaned towards her, his coffee colored strands of hair catching the sun. He gave her his best smoldering look, willing her to fall for his charm. "Forbidden love."
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She gave a quick hug. And then went to liberate Lindy of his choker, that she had lent her.
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As she sits in the darkness her eyes begin to scan the room from right to left. Unknowingly she sits down and begins to contemplate on what just happened. She says to herself quietly, “Did that just happen?”
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Ed opened his mouth, words wheezing in between each intake breath and his wet hair plastered over one
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A repressed memory is the memory of a traumatic event that is pushed to the unconscious brain, where the individual who suffered from the event cannot reach without a form of therapy. The idea of memory repression has been controversial since the 19th century, when Sigmund Freud brought theories of repression to light. After conducting interviews and much research I am a firm believer that the idea of repressed memories is fabricated and holds no truth.
...nocked on the door. Almost immediately, the door swung open. I could see the smirk on her face, even though the room had lighting at all.