One Factor - The Slow SlippingShe sighed and threw her bag on the floor without much care while she closed the door behind her.One Factor - The Slow Slipping by Eowulia-MornElda
Finally, she was home. Three hours of break, and then she would go back again. Barely enough time to eat something and spend some time with her husband and children, considering that the place where she worked was a forty-five minutes' drive from home...
And yet, it wasn't that she didn't like it, mind you. Especially at that time, when the darkness was slowly falling on the city, its soft coldness attenuating the cruel warmth of the day, it was almost agreeable to go to work.
But still. She wished that she had some more time for... For what? She did not even know. She only had this strange... strange impression... that something was missing in this life.
...No, that was stupid. Everything went perfectly well. She had a wonderful husband, adorable children, an interesting job; it could go on forever this way. She slightly shook these weird ideas off her head.
"Honey, is night-lunch
I am a 25-year-old French woman, English teacher specialized in Literature and Linguistics, and a Psychology student.
I draw whenever I have time, whenever I feel like it. Though I do hope it may help sometime, I don't plan on making a whole living out of my art -not my drawing anyway. I am more of a writer, highly inspired by Romanticism from the XIXth century, though I rarely post writings on this website, since I mostly use French language.
I am a dreamer, art-lover, and I wish I can one day become a real Creator. But for now, I am still only trying to find my own way...
What you will find on this page are the different steps I made on my path to Creation...
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