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VirtualThing

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Serenity by InPerfectBlackRose, journal

Robyn by InPerfectBlackRose, journal

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Artist // Hobbyist // Traditional Art
  • Jan 12
  • United Kingdom
  • Deviant for 9 years
  • She / Her
Badges
Llama: Llamas are awesome! (2)
My Bio
Alas you've found me.
My names Robyn, call me yr moon pal. I like it.

Favourite Visual Artist
Netty Scribble..?
Favourite Movies
Dear John
Favourite TV Shows
Teen Wolf
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
My Chemical Romance/Bring Me The Horizon
Favourite Books
Looking For Alaska
Favourite Writers
John Green
Favourite Games
Legend of Zelda
Favourite Gaming Platform
ps4
Tools of the Trade
Right brain (;
Other Interests
Photography, child care.
She woke up early, heading down to breakfast to find that Brent was already up, and had packed her school bag ready for her first day. She wasn't going to lie, she was nervous but she knew that it would give her something else to focus on, and that was something she really needed. "You ready for this?" Brent asked when she had finished eating. "No, but I'll cope," Lillie mumbled as she swung her bag over her shoulder, and followed Brent out to the truck. "You'll be fine, the pack know that you're in town, and unless you give them reason to, they will not harm you," Brent added reassuringly, "Not all packs are the same Rae." "I know... wil
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Lillie watched from her hiding place as the intruders searched the house, her hand clamped over her mouth to stifle the sobs that escaped. She knew that no one would hear her, not from where she was but she still kept herself quiet, just like her parents had told her to. Her parents... she could still hear their screams of agony echoing around her head, as the bullets ripped their flesh, and she had ran just like her dad had ordered her to. She had ran and left them to die, that's the sort of daughter she was, the type to save herself and damn the consequences. She mentally shook herself as those thoughts twirled through her mind, because th
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The warm May sun was shining through the leaves of the old tree Robyn was sitting against at lunch. It was so beautiful outside; the birds were dancing through the sky while students happily talked among each other. Her stomach was still fluttering with butterflies from her conversation with Lillie from last period. Robyn was still holding the torn piece of paper with Lillie's number in her hand. She looked down at it and started smiling like an idiot. After a few minutes of daydreaming in the grass, the bell rang and she carried on with the rest of her day with a permanent smile on her face. After school Robyn went home and started her homew
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