Dissent Destinies of Elf and Untouchables

every life , it was their souls tha

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ing for mansion of history established on the pillar of filth and lies to crumple at the feet of ashes of truth that died two hundred years ago an

every path I had to take - it changed what was written

PHM

of my aroma and a village where my life meant dancing in my small kitchen

owards the mountain

n a land I should nev

rms of a man I should never

night in shining Armour- little did I knew he was not a Knight - little did

phm

ks complaints as it pulled a little in itself with ch

orever autumn like season with the most gentle form of sun that only glea

nd baking english sweets to make living as music and books

in our lawn on soft green grass , near white

brushing thought of ou

red or are you still play

floral red period dress and and do a little charleston midst thumping my ha

y this life would be in It's last moments and then the only thing that would matter -be , did i

ought and twirl around a little

nty seven baked tuffie

at

making so

scrunch up

many tuffie

th of you go and chec

h!

repari

little happy

kitchenette blade and stand , making my dress twirl like fairy tales ,

o

asmin speaking loudly about me

s r

t a small laugh in time Tasmin runs in the kitchenette , jiggling the sparkle

al delivered as warm gesture from royals after celebration , that special covered

eard then nothing will reach us" i say mid cutting her, in time we bo

because madame ma measures o

stall of our bakery "no! We make them better" i say, frowning and laugh beca

epared ! I know nymphie c

sticks out her tongue in time i and tasmin throw handfuls of flour

repared , sorry - i did not see" she adds loudly and blinks with

nd of dough and i pick the flour dust sprinkler to dust the dough ball , still continuing my pirouette but my movement freezes as i hear "do you silly girls have any idea whose order is this? And why procr

as soon as her stern voice reached us , we all

me m

atheri

..

us being

prepared-"

ven ba

ll three stiffen a

ramophone and rotates the adjusting node t

work

y prepared for Wrap packaging And Tasmin ! Dro

und and i see Tasmin twi

me as i stare at Madame ma walking out in her grey color homely go

. Lo

ies , along with sourdough ,

hat we make , yasmin says so

asmin says and picks up the wipe cloth from floor as i p

othing is wrong in wondering

they celeb

y in a small voice and a

ned me just yet", i speak and Yasmin bursts laughing and bends on

ys knowing it all will

n

, she'd hea

r and then smile before

mpkin on it with small petals that would largen in size as soon as the heat of baking reaches the kneaded dou

in my kitchenette with soft music and

moment to cherish the beauty of this beautifu

pid

rtied my

ep consciousness of e

d get on

, now that my work in bakery is done , I sit on the tiny kitten stool and rest my chin on the mud cooktop as i hear "girls? she has ordered us al

girl from our homag

want to b

al

ant or

h sof

our homage home that Madame ma gave to

the other side of mountain , the same moon that every night witnesses me silently and hopelessly staring at

eps on my face as my eyes

girls , this bakery and our village , 19 years of wearing vintage and running wild in

we only work in light of day... Only a mountain divid

and Faelfla

der w

op , pretending to be dancing with a lover with music from hayleys on and cooking in our bakery from 3 am and other than these three i do one more thi

y light - but they ? They s

rl , i was told that we are

other side of the mou

kinsla

m , just daily

n also call as madame ma , says

ep in light in front of them... She says that they

they shall n

ally

want to see what is so dangerous and fire like that we should stay away from...

knowing that today Miss Katherina had headache from the morning and since she has yelled too , she must be ha

is so irresponsible and this all means

nigh

ut for one night , i want to see h

n we are meant to neve

ntisizing my little life before i pick up my tiny little chair and walk on tippy toes near the window ,

ive ita

gh alphabets and things and my brain jumps to re

LIVE- H

es that

ter

ow the hun

look like

nd my eyes keeps on staring at the ne

na says we are not even worth their

des us fro

n't even look at us ? Whose

f girl men like that

pen if i just someday

so many t

makes them s

here , other than them its a feminine village and they say that on the other side of mountain lives men... Men we should always r

saw t

this fire inside of me ,

ight is the nigh

n when those Hunters , those '

ill th

me since they

rd

and bite my lips as i stare out of the window

hey are hooting in such large group that it is e

ey so

ess sounds

smile while you bake or is it

as a different pi

re roy

rls who work

ere's another way of

wa

playing with flour before baking

a chance to be h

, making the mountain shiver al

eth , my eyes widen as the beauty

lls back and the firewor

urple color flies

nters my eyes as

ings seems to be enough

the bakery

dow in time the purple firecracker burst

open as i see the fi

on my face and i turn

illuminating with the v

atherina's words of war

the men you can't let see you ! Hunters are the men you run in opposite direction from! It all ends for you if Their eyes fell on

irework decorates the sky an

le life? Like a secret in dark about who

rever see lights from

wondering what will ha

..

lips and then i take a st

idens , and then i

never dared

igh

of English air enters my mouth and

ru

run

e mountain i was

f stars as they brightens

owards