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Dark storm Trembling hands clutched the speech she’d prepared in a vice grip as she neared the podium. The room was quiet save for the rustling of papers as an earthquake shook inside her. She was the image of a porcelain doll; a fragile piece of glass cowering behind an unseen fear that threatened to shatter the very core of her. An icy wind swept across the room, as frost bitten toes curled in anticipation. In a chilled weak tone, she started to speak. Her flawless skin paled as the works flowed hesitantly from stammering lips. Her head lifted slightly as blackened orbs of endless depth stared out beneath lowered lashes.
Approximate Word count = 438
Approximate Pages = 1.8
(250 words per page double spaced)
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