Just a small sample of my writing style.
The house was lit by candle light, allowing the shadows to play. They would dance across her features and skip all across the walls. So even when the house was empty Irrelevance would never feel alone. Tonight the banterful candlelight flashed across her dinner, attempting to make it seem more appealing. That was one trick Irrelevance was unable to fall for, no matter how hard she tried.
‘The food is terribly bland,’ Irrelevance couldn’t help but think to herself as she nudged the food on her plate around. She peered up from under heavy bangs which had been long overdue for a trim, to watch the Lamp Maker nearly inhale the food without an ounce of mannerisms. That’s right she and the shadows weren’t the only occupants of this house. This house was also inhabited by and owned by the Lamp Maker. He was the one who illuminated this world as the sun slumbered. What a strange man he was though. Then again, what right did Irrelevance have to call someone strange? She was Irrelevance after all.
That's all I'm willing to post for now. ..This excerpt is from a rough draft version. =0
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