TWILIGHT
RASBERRY
F/FBook 1
PROLOGUE
She danced in the salon. It was like a desire or whim or even a fancy of late. It was like two characters going at an event like a boar yet finishing like a hay light. She is herself. Who is she to say what else there is to do, or is it someone without their brain.
Chapter 1
"I know you from somewhere", said cool Edward in a demeanor like fire.
"I Don't know you very well do I. Last time we spoke, it was late, yet it was somber like evening. Nor in day do we question our rights, so speak.", said Bella in a know-it-all tone.
It is nothing in the water, nothing in the lightbulbs, and it can't be anything in the sinks. The salon is fresh, beautiful and darling. There is something so quiant about the place. It is like a gentle brook or wonderful lightshow that displays variant colors. It is something like a gentle flapping of wings or smoky windtunnel of an elevator.
"Do you think I'm different?", said Bella in an utter cold tone.
"Of course I do", said Edward, indifferent to Bella's cautel demision.
"So who is the one that swallows the minnow?", said Bella, enduring every glance.
"Hmm, a salmon?", Edward replied unduly.
"Bella thinks otherwise, so quiet you!", Bella replied in aim of a finishion.
They make their way off into the wildernesss, green like a sombing rose dappling on the shore. Who they see there is a surprise. His name is Boreas, he is a young herbivore looking for a waterspout. They are humpy like a stooltower, yet somewhere more like desire's fate – a coolness unreal. So let us speak again about the willows. It is somewhere like a soft sword ready to be hardened, great yet ghostly like the flame of a Magi. We can see them together hittling and bottling eachother, yet they are unafraid. It seems as though we understand them, or do we?
"Hello", says Boreas in a gentle utter tone.