Chapter 1:
The side of her skull in. . . . There was no pain.
Genevieve trapped the dewdrops of her assured confidence. Her happy and affectionate smile intermingled with a tide of hope was a restorative sponge which so cheaply wiped out the terror of her soul. The taunting demon of hallucination haunting her mind with horror was cut by the scythe of all-devouring soul, the peace was then given in immensity and permanence. Genevieve’s destiny was being saved from irrevocable doom and her soul carried its comfy joy. The brightness of an aspiration opened her eyelids. Her eyes with the twinkle like precious stones displayed the deep abyss of faith. In a lingering expanse, her eyes sprung a torrent of beauty. Genevieve twisted her fair hair as beautifully as usual and kept herself proudly serene. Her spirit, drained, shedding blood and fractured-winged dropped in the surging waves of a stormy sea of life. Her deep melancholic feelings were wandering through the gloominess of her days, trying to find peace.
Chapter 2:
Till a vast nausea of terror and compassion stood.
The tokens of hope, dawning in her soul, seemed to drift relentlessly. A desire for comfort rose in her soul amid her immense period of solitude and meditation, her mind seemed to be placed on unfrequented dreaming and appeared to speak to none but with her mighty spirit. Her brimming eyes poured the rain of courage. The spring of happiness in blooming verdure began to smile in her soul. Genevieve’s sprouting cheeks, decked in crimson rose, began to blossom. She stretched her memory as vast as she could, opening the gates into a very deep and serious contemplation.
Chapter 3:
Blundering in her heart and swarming in her blood —
Genevieve was a beautiful and gentle woman who couldn’t dare to weave the slight clinging hair of vice into a substantial web of her good manners and candour. On her countenance, a sufficient amount of contentment flowed, divulging equanimity. Genevieve’s air of sweet demeanour was like a herb that assuaged. Her composed mind was like a cooling medicine that allayed the heat of hopelessness. With a relentless pursuit, Genevieve’s destiny couldn’t be delayed. Her lungs gave equal breathes under the ambient sky of joy. Her youth’s full-blown prime earned her the most faithful and honorable praises.
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