Born a Recluse
Challenging the hypocrytical and unconventional modern world, Born a Recluse follows the story of Melissa Talbot as she attempts to escape the terrors of her past, seeking happiness and closure in a place she fears the most. It is through Melissa's relationships with two very different men which - with heart-rending sentiment - exposes the sorrowful heroin to the cruel, double standards of the world she inhabits, with horror and evil lurking at every turn.
More strange as it seems to begin this story at the end of the tale, the importance of its impact upon you is in much greater supply than that of compromising your understanding of the moral yet to be understood.
In fear of giving away the climax too early in this jaded, twisted tale, I am not at account to disclose when, where or why this tragedy does occur, or to whom this ill-omen plays upon their mind and bares it's weight upon their shoulders.
It is a tremendous challenge to summon words upon this page as to describe what did happen that night, or rather how it came to be: so; in fact, the ending is not at all a good place to start. Rather, it is essential, as in any meal that we warm up to our main course, before our finale. O, what better way to start than with a sweeter appetizer rather than that of a savory type.
'Twas the night air that called forth the darkness; the night creatures that witnessed the misfortune arise. Every aspect of the obscurity turned a blind eye on the events: passive and evasive, turning away their heads and shutting off every ounce of compassion in their hearts. They lay silent in their habitats and ignored the screams that bellowed and, for the sake of their composure, did not hasten to overthrow their equanimity for the sake of a mere stranger.
It was a lonely night where the moon looked down upon this hemisphere with unaware desolation, and hung lightly in it's apparent lack of usefulness to the world. It, other than providing an essence of light in the dreariness, did not provide any such granting of a wish: instead; appeared like a hole in the sky.
Should he choose too, what he had hand-crafted, God himself would - with utter-most amity and honour - protect, in spite of a human's ability or incapability to trust in his omnipotence.
However, it seemed that despite every ounce of faith being placed in the hands and heart of the holy ruler of the universe, there was nothing to be said or done to save a soul tonight. So, under the vacant vision of the scintillating stars; the gaze of the ghastly moon and the scrutiny of the sightless Lord, it seemed an irrevocable tryst would cause the damned demise of a lustrous life, yet to fully flourish under the tender touch of muliebrity.
In fear of giving away the climax too early in this jaded, twisted tale, I am not at account to disclose when, where or why this tragedy does occur, or to whom this ill-omen plays upon their mind and bares it's weight upon their shoulders.
It is a tremendous challenge to summon words upon this page as to describe what did happen that night, or rather how it came to be: so; in fact, the ending is not at all a good place to start. Rather, it is essential, as in any meal that we warm up to our main course, before our finale. O, what better way to start than with a sweeter appetizer rather than that of a savory type.
'Twas the night air that called forth the darkness; the night creatures that witnessed the misfortune arise. Every aspect of the obscurity turned a blind eye on the events: passive and evasive, turning away their heads and shutting off every ounce of compassion in their hearts. They lay silent in their habitats and ignored the screams that bellowed and, for the sake of their composure, did not hasten to overthrow their equanimity for the sake of a mere stranger.
It was a lonely night where the moon looked down upon this hemisphere with unaware desolation, and hung lightly in it's apparent lack of usefulness to the world. It, other than providing an essence of light in the dreariness, did not provide any such granting of a wish: instead; appeared like a hole in the sky.
Should he choose too, what he had hand-crafted, God himself would - with utter-most amity and honour - protect, in spite of a human's ability or incapability to trust in his omnipotence.
However, it seemed that despite every ounce of faith being placed in the hands and heart of the holy ruler of the universe, there was nothing to be said or done to save a soul tonight. So, under the vacant vision of the scintillating stars; the gaze of the ghastly moon and the scrutiny of the sightless Lord, it seemed an irrevocable tryst would cause the damned demise of a lustrous life, yet to fully flourish under the tender touch of muliebrity.
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this is good:D nexft
Thank you so much!