and it absolutely was. although she supposed she oughta slow down and figure out just what it was. the first thought would be love, but she didn't know what that was, and never once claimed that she did. a miscommunication, but she didn't communicate at all.
she’d like to say that it’s not from a lack of trying, but rather an inability to put her wants and needs into words. instead they played like movies in her head, fantasies that her mouth refused to speak. and try as she may, she found herself so absorbed in her daydreams, that she became grossly dissatisfied with reality, with them.
the victim in her said it was their fault. they don’t understand. she didn’t shut them out, they quit. but it’s all a game, and everyone would be more hurt than she.
She hadn't seen the hollywood hills on fire like this in ages it seemed. It was all so eerie and terrifying to look at and she couldn't take it anymore.Her beloved pets were shaking in their skin, not aware yet that they were safe from the scorching flames.
She prefers to be called Eden, though her mom always called her Jean after her grandmother- her mom's mom. She was a model and while she loved her job she yearns to do something that gives back to the community she loves so much- especially now that it was all burning up around her. What could she do to ease the worries of her local Hollywood Hills neighbors? The people she'd gone to school with, grown up with and saw go off on their own endeavors into the world? She did one great thing she figured, by creating a tequila brand that gave people something to enjoy while they watched the Sunday football game or got trashed at the club on a Saturday night. She was eager to find meaning in this life of hers and she hoped that'd be in the form of someone (man or woman) she could share the rest of eternity with.
perfection garners attention, and attention is key.
Where the stars guide, shadows linger, and secrets never stay buried.
Welcome to Ridgewood, a town hidden beneath the shadow of Colorado’s towering peaks, where the air carries whispers of an ancient past. Founded in 1847 by Elias Cross, a visionary whose followers believed the stars held the key to their prosperity, Ridgewood has flourished in the quiet embrace of the mountains. But beneath its serene surface lies a history woven with secrets—rituals, symbols, and a legacy that refuses to be forgotten. Here, the past lingers in the air, waiting for those brave enough to uncover its mysteries.
As your mayor, I invite you to become part of Ridgewood’s storied future, one that is as much shaped by its dark past as it is by the promise of tomorrow. In Ridgewood, every corner holds a story, every building carries the weight of a forgotten ritual. Our town thrives on its unique blend of tradition and enigma, where new residents often find themselves drawn to the strange allure of our quiet streets. But be warned, Ridgewood isn’t just a place—it’s a history that has been buried, yet never fully gone. If you come, be prepared to embrace more than just the beauty of our town; you may find yourself forever bound to its secrets.
- Mayor Cassandra Vale
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