ElusiveMads

    This was the last thing he expected he would be doing when he joined this particular band of missionaries. He expected a little adventure, maybe even some danger, but never this ghastly mess before him. He grimaces at the putrid smell clinging to the humid air of this heathen village. The stench would be more tollerable if it were coming from dirty, half naked heathens that didn't know any better than to live in their own filth, but that wasn't the case at all. In fact this village was well kept and these villagers quite clean and civilized in their own primitive ways.  The man dips his hands in the river, scrubbing at them relentlessly,

...the politics of their current 1920's world they could be viewed as an abomination and embarrassment to their parents if they acted on impulse. What was concealed between the two of them was no delicate matter. So many stolen moments and hidden actions, if discovered, would tear their families apart and label the two as social leppars. There actions are dangerous and needless to say, forbidden...and what could be more tantilizing for two youths coming into their own than the presence of forbidden fruit. They sit a short distance from one another, catching stolen glances and playing with the thought of testing boundaries. The afternoon bre

....watched and she listened. To all those around her she seemed well and wonderful. What they couldn't see, what they didn't want to see, what no one ever cared to ask...... In the darkness she wept while in the light she smiled. No one would ever know the lost child. She cared for those around her and paid attention to their woes, but what they couldn't see, what they didn't want to see, what no one cared to ask..... She burried herself within, ashamed of past mistakes and overwhelmed with ill luck without a shred of trust to claim. No could see the hurt....no one cared to look. She cherrished the air she breathed and the silence of deep