...she walks with an air of sophistication bred with intensity, the kind of tall drink that just may drown you. the surface is calm, aloof even, confidently meek and seemingly unapproachable, but below is a glass castle housing a maelstrom, a squall whose intent is set on pairing grace with destruction.
"Today is not Jon's day. Tomorrow isn't looking good either. Originally a very short story; a friend-recommended boredom killer turned competition to see who could come up with a better disaster story. I'm debating switching this to collaborative work with a suggested title of the second chapter as The Body in the Bathtub. If anyone is interested, please leave a comment and I will switch this to collaborative work, otherwise I'm happy leaving the story as is. Cheers :)"
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