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On this page, I'll show off some of my own work. For example, I might include a short story I've written.
12/21/07 I have a prolouge to the book I'm writing! Just waanted everyone to see it.
Prolouge:
The old horse and carrige was driving down a lonely, overgrown dirt road. It was foggy and drizzling and the muddy
turf splattered onto the legs of the steed. Soon, a tower loomed out of the fog. The old driver looked nervous as they drew
closer and closer to the tall, castle-like tower. "Stop here!" said a woman's voice, clear as a bell, yet soft and
deadly as poison.
"Let us out out now." said another voice, also female, but sweet and musical. The cab stopped in front of
the tower and the two women stepped into the drizzling evening. Though they had no umberella, the women were quite dry. One
had a black dress. It's wide sleeves were trimmed in gold and were red on the inside. the Front of the skirt was ruffled and
red. She was of terrible beauty. Her hair was jet black, streaked with red, waist length, and straight. The other woman's
curly blonde hair fell easily to her knees. She wore a green robe trimmed in gold. The driver of the cart stepped out into
the rain. He seemed unnerved by the women. His eyes darted from the ladies to his cart, as if gauging how fast he could make
an escape. He pulled two small trunks from the carrige. he dropped them at their feet and bolted for his cart and split.
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