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"More soap operatic than the immortal classic Flowers in the Attic. It includes, for example, a marvelously unhinged open grave cemetery fuck scene. Nevertheless, My Sweet Audrina adds further confirmation that V.C. Andrews was among the greatest Goth"
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“Tom Arnold is already waiting at the bar when I arrive, and Vanessa purrs loudly when she spots him. I ignore the slut and stand next to him, waiting for him to notice me, bopping my head slightly to Andy Williams singing Can’t Take My Eyes Off You. At last, he turns and smiles at me.
“Pip! You look lovely,” he tells me with an appreciative glance. I simper.
“So do you,” I tell him, attempting to bat my eyelids like Vanessa would.
“Have you got something in your eye?” he frowns.
“Contact lens is playing up,” I mutter.
“I didn’t know you wore contacts,” he says in surprise.
“All the better to see you with, my dear,” I respond in a deep voice, and he gives me a strange look.
I clear my throat. “It’s a free bar tonight, isn’t it?”
― The Strange Imagination of Pippa Clayton
“Pip! You look lovely,” he tells me with an appreciative glance. I simper.
“So do you,” I tell him, attempting to bat my eyelids like Vanessa would.
“Have you got something in your eye?” he frowns.
“Contact lens is playing up,” I mutter.
“I didn’t know you wore contacts,” he says in surprise.
“All the better to see you with, my dear,” I respond in a deep voice, and he gives me a strange look.
I clear my throat. “It’s a free bar tonight, isn’t it?”
― The Strange Imagination of Pippa Clayton
“I smooth the Berry Blush gloss over my lips and make a popping sound as I rub them together. The livid red smears and I scowl at my reflection. Vanessa Vamp, the cartoon bombshell who is sitting on my shoulder, legs crossed seductively and unforgivably shiny crimson hair cascading deliciously over one shoulder, giggles at my ineptitude. I stick my tongue out at her and wipe away the greasy makeup, ready for attempt number two.”
― The Strange Imagination of Pippa Clayton
― The Strange Imagination of Pippa Clayton
“I smile at Margaret as she picks up the small jar from the counter and tucks it discreetly into her handbag. Not that she has any need to hide the innocuous-looking lotion. It’s labelled ‘Vanilla Moisturiser’ and the ingredients listed on it are all organic. It’s the spell that’s been cast over it that makes it something more.
Okay, I’ll be honest. It’s a love potion. But not the kind that takes away the object’s free will. That would be unethical. No, this is a concoction that makes observers see the wearer’s good qualities in stark relief. Like turning up the volume on your best physical features and most endearing personality traits. If the object of your desire falls in love with you because of it, then all the better, but there are no guarantees, as I tell all of my customers.”
― Imogen Green's Little Shop of Possibilities
Okay, I’ll be honest. It’s a love potion. But not the kind that takes away the object’s free will. That would be unethical. No, this is a concoction that makes observers see the wearer’s good qualities in stark relief. Like turning up the volume on your best physical features and most endearing personality traits. If the object of your desire falls in love with you because of it, then all the better, but there are no guarantees, as I tell all of my customers.”
― Imogen Green's Little Shop of Possibilities
“I smooth the Berry Blush gloss over my lips and make a popping sound as I rub them together. The livid red smears and I scowl at my reflection. Vanessa Vamp, the cartoon bombshell who is sitting on my shoulder, legs crossed seductively and unforgivably shiny crimson hair cascading deliciously over one shoulder, giggles at my ineptitude. I stick my tongue out at her and wipe away the greasy makeup, ready for attempt number two.”
― The Strange Imagination of Pippa Clayton
― The Strange Imagination of Pippa Clayton
“Tom Arnold is already waiting at the bar when I arrive, and Vanessa purrs loudly when she spots him. I ignore the slut and stand next to him, waiting for him to notice me, bopping my head slightly to Andy Williams singing Can’t Take My Eyes Off You. At last, he turns and smiles at me.
“Pip! You look lovely,” he tells me with an appreciative glance. I simper.
“So do you,” I tell him, attempting to bat my eyelids like Vanessa would.
“Have you got something in your eye?” he frowns.
“Contact lens is playing up,” I mutter.
“I didn’t know you wore contacts,” he says in surprise.
“All the better to see you with, my dear,” I respond in a deep voice, and he gives me a strange look.
I clear my throat. “It’s a free bar tonight, isn’t it?”
― The Strange Imagination of Pippa Clayton
“Pip! You look lovely,” he tells me with an appreciative glance. I simper.
“So do you,” I tell him, attempting to bat my eyelids like Vanessa would.
“Have you got something in your eye?” he frowns.
“Contact lens is playing up,” I mutter.
“I didn’t know you wore contacts,” he says in surprise.
“All the better to see you with, my dear,” I respond in a deep voice, and he gives me a strange look.
I clear my throat. “It’s a free bar tonight, isn’t it?”
― The Strange Imagination of Pippa Clayton
“I don't remember much about my death. A moment of panic. The screeching of tyres. An ear-shattering bang.
Then...nothing.
No bright light, no tunnel, no loved ones waiting to greet me, their faces smiling benevolently as they welcomed me to the afterlife. Just the high-pitched beeping of the traffic lights as they changed, signalling to pedestrians that it was now their turn to cross the junction, oblivious to the carnage before them.”
― Daisy Roberts is Dead
Then...nothing.
No bright light, no tunnel, no loved ones waiting to greet me, their faces smiling benevolently as they welcomed me to the afterlife. Just the high-pitched beeping of the traffic lights as they changed, signalling to pedestrians that it was now their turn to cross the junction, oblivious to the carnage before them.”
― Daisy Roberts is Dead
“I smile at Margaret as she picks up the small jar from the counter and tucks it discreetly into her handbag. Not that she has any need to hide the innocuous-looking lotion. It’s labelled ‘Vanilla Moisturiser’ and the ingredients listed on it are all organic. It’s the spell that’s been cast over it that makes it something more.
Okay, I’ll be honest. It’s a love potion. But not the kind that takes away the object’s free will. That would be unethical. No, this is a concoction that makes observers see the wearer’s good qualities in stark relief. Like turning up the volume on your best physical features and most endearing personality traits. If the object of your desire falls in love with you because of it, then all the better, but there are no guarantees, as I tell all of my customers.”
― Imogen Green's Little Shop of Possibilities
Okay, I’ll be honest. It’s a love potion. But not the kind that takes away the object’s free will. That would be unethical. No, this is a concoction that makes observers see the wearer’s good qualities in stark relief. Like turning up the volume on your best physical features and most endearing personality traits. If the object of your desire falls in love with you because of it, then all the better, but there are no guarantees, as I tell all of my customers.”
― Imogen Green's Little Shop of Possibilities
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