Annabelle Morde keeps the monsters behind a heavy steel-vaulted door; she can frequently be found leaning against it and enjoying a nice, long smoke.
Annabelle Morde has never had a boyfriend that did not meet his demise at the jaws, talons, or hooves of her unruly and surly prisoners.
Annabelle Morde is lonely, but would never let on to anyone. She prefers to speak of these matters only to her pack of afternoon American Spirits; with each embrace of her rouge-red lips, life becomes a bit simpler.
Annabelle Morde is the closest thing we'll ever have to an angel of death.
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Oooh, creepy. Very fabulous. Her boyfriends were probably pushovers anyway. XD Loved the idea of her smoking and leaning against the doors, it added just the right touch.
ReplyDeleteAh! The picture story!
ReplyDeleteLove this. I like the stylistic choices you employed here -- it really makes the story :D
SNAP....shot. (puuuuh)
ReplyDeleteFabulous.