Closing the door to her room, she let out a big unsightly yawn, arms over her head. She was tired, but the day had been a happy one and the joy and carried to even now. Letting out a small giggle to herself, she caught herself in the mirror and twirled around in a girlish fashion. Her dainty white night gown billowed, fluttering violently. Her long, waist-length hair fanned out and floated gently back over her shoulders when she finally stopped spinning and flopped onto her equally frilly bed.
Through the Smokin' Glass
We're a group of three girls who all happen to obsess with fairy tales, folk tales, tall stories, legends, younameit. And we'd like to think we can write and add an interesting spin to this broad genre.
Monday, October 31, 2011
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Ahoy
Hey girls, I finally made the blog after...oh, a year now? And it's totally creepy how I have the same exact antique phone at home o_O;
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