Savannah____Esther
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Savannah____Esther
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It's been two weeks since that fateful night, did I make the right decision? I cant trust anyone, I believe anyone.... I wish I never saw those dragons, my life made sense back then, I had purpose, I had a dream.... now I have nothing... nothing but myself. was the choices I made the right one? with that pixy I have no doubt, but that other... that deal... time will tell. I stop using my name, ester is dead, I've taken up several stage names based on characters I've played, julia, emma, ruth, to name a few, my life is just a play right now, but really even esther was just an act. the manners, the elegance the tea partys, the dresses, the southern hospitality, it was all just an act for my parents and their dying way of life. a week ago I was able to check some Charlestons papers at a library, my entire family is dead it seems. not surprised it was so easy to find , with a family like mine with a last name of such history and such power in some circles that even the worst natural catastrophic in the history of the south couldn't drown out their deaths.
my parents died the same night as that fateful night, mysterious circumstances, related to the earthquake is the bs the ignorant media said, but I know better now, this was payback, payback for what i did and for leaving them. after a few days of further searching I found the deaths of the rest of the family. those I was closest too like wise died mysteriously on the same night, others from earthquake or fires or chaos that spawned afterwards. I'm the last of the radcliff blood, but even too the world I'm dead, I found my name under the list of missing and presumed dead, the sate my apartment was in i'm not surprised of that deceleration, apparently a fire devastated that area aswell, I'm sure whatever evidence they found for my death was all very circumstantial, besides the death toll.... it's sooo massive, I was just another name around thousands.
So esther is dead, let it be so , it's better that way, I've cut off my hair, changed my looks, I'm a different person... It's better this way is what I tell myself. somehow through my drifting, hitchhiking and staying in shelters, I've ended up in Savannah Georgia. I think it's history, it's old ghosts are what drew me here, just like Charleston did. I think I'll stay here and try to figure things out... I feel stronger here, more connected to magic.... it reminds me of home
It's been two weeks since that fateful night, did I make the right decision? I cant trust anyone, I believe anyone.... I wish I never saw those dragons, my life made sense back then, I had purpose, I had a dream.... now I have nothing... nothing but myself. was the choices I made the right one? with that pixy I have no doubt, but that other... that deal... time will tell. I stop using my name, ester is dead, I've taken up several stage names based on characters I've played, julia, emma, ruth, to name a few, my life is just a play right now, but really even esther was just an act. the manners, the elegance the tea partys, the dresses, the southern hospitality, it was all just an act for my parents and their dying way of life. a week ago I was able to check some Charlestons papers at a library, my entire family is dead it seems. not surprised it was so easy to find , with a family like mine with a last name of such history and such power in some circles that even the worst natural catastrophic in the history of the south couldn't drown out their deaths.
my parents died the same night as that fateful night, mysterious circumstances, related to the earthquake is the bs the ignorant media said, but I know better now, this was payback, payback for what i did and for leaving them. after a few days of further searching I found the deaths of the rest of the family. those I was closest too like wise died mysteriously on the same night, others from earthquake or fires or chaos that spawned afterwards. I'm the last of the radcliff blood, but even too the world I'm dead, I found my name under the list of missing and presumed dead, the sate my apartment was in i'm not surprised of that deceleration, apparently a fire devastated that area aswell, I'm sure whatever evidence they found for my death was all very circumstantial, besides the death toll.... it's sooo massive, I was just another name around thousands.
So esther is dead, let it be so , it's better that way, I've cut off my hair, changed my looks, I'm a different person... It's better this way is what I tell myself. somehow through my drifting, hitchhiking and staying in shelters, I've ended up in Savannah Georgia. I think it's history, it's old ghosts are what drew me here, just like Charleston did. I think I'll stay here and try to figure things out... I feel stronger here, more connected to magic.... it reminds me of home
Esther Radcliff- Posts : 12
Join date : 2013-06-18
Age : 32
Location : savannah georgia
Re: Savannah____Esther
FUCK HIM!
that fucker found me, he fucking found me!
things haven't seemed right lately, it spent my days exploring the old city.... i saw them ... i saw them everywhere, ghost of the past. some
of them perhaps were my own imagination but the rest I'm sure were real. I could sense there power , there connection to history...
something drew me to them, I felt stronger.
things have been odd past few days, I've been... zoning. time and space are intersecting I don't have control where i'm ending up, the only
thing more out of control are my emotions. then HE showed up! like recently I wasn't completely sure were I ended up, it felt familiar... like
Charleston but before the earth quake waaaaaay before, and it was just him. I gave me some answers bullshit no its too late for that, too late
for answers we deserved along time ago. I dont trust him , I cant, I don't want to be Told the answers, I want to discover them myself. before
I knew it I was back, back on the road, as if this was where I would discover my answers. I didn't make it far before i saw those all familiar
lights of a truck pulling up, perhaps another poor pervert taking piety on poor defenseless me, I know how to deal with these fuckers, but
instead of a greasy fat neck beard, it was a bunch of metal faces.... and worse they knew my secret.
I didn't have much choice, well I guess I could run away, but I'm tired of running, I need to rest and I might as well see what these punks
want, use them and leave them .....................like I always do.
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Esther Radcliff- Posts : 12
Join date : 2013-06-18
Age : 32
Location : savannah georgia
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