Literature
U.I.M.G.S.
Performance 01: Claire (Great Expectations)
The gentle light of the moon touched down onto the icy pavement. Calm drops of water punctuated time ticking by. Gentle breezes moved the night along, slowly but surely. The smooth simplicity was disturbed by the sound of shoes meeting the ground.
“I sense it,” whispered a voice. Soft, yet sharp, with a British accent indicating a hint of elegance.
A young girl, no younger than 17, searched the silent streets. A ring on her finger pulsated with purple light, each flash getting brighter and brighter; seamlessly linked. A small orb of shifting violet light trailed behind the girl, almo
