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 Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2009 6:02 pm
The small girl walked up the old stone steps that led to, like the stairs, an old stone house. She banged the old brass knocker three times and shivered when a cool night breeze blew bye, whispering the strange eerie words that made the night seem so frightening to some. But she wasn't scared, she had abandones her fear of the dark a long time ago. She heard footsteps from the other side of the door and click of hatch over the peephole being slid open. She heard it click again as it was being shut and heard frustrated mumbling as the door was opened with a very loud creaking noise.
"Good heavens child. What do you think your doing out this late at night?" said the old women who answered the door.
" I know that I said I would come in the morning Mrs. Haimina to hear your story but I just couldn't wait."the girl replied, taking care to choose her words carefully.
Mrs. Haimina smiled and shook her head, " I was never one for just waiting to hear a story that was promised to have so much. She showed the girl inside inside and sat her down in front of the fire place.
" Now,"she began slowly," my story is indeed a very long one."
The girl only shook her and said, her eyes wide with enthusiasm, " I love any good story, the longer the better."
The old women smiled gently. Oh yes she saw a great deal of herself in this one, " Alright then my dear. My tale begins as all good stories do. Once upon a time..."
This is just something I wrote when I was bored. What do you think? Im working on writing more.
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Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2009 6:12 pm
zoje972 The small girl walked up the old stone steps that led to, like the stairs, an old stone house. She banged the old brass knocker three times and shivered when a cool night breeze blew bye, whispering the strange eerie words that made the night seem so frightening to some. But she wasn't scared, she had abandones her fear of the dark a long time ago. She heard footsteps from the other side of the door and click of hatch over the peephole being slid open. She heard it click again as it was being shut and heard frustrated mumbling as the door was opened with a very loud creaking noise. "Good heavens child. What do you think your doing out this late at night?" said the old women who answered the door. " I know that I said I would come in the Mrs. Haimina to hear your story but I just couldn't wait."the girl replied, taking care to choose her words carefully. Mrs. Haimina smiled and shook her head, " I was never one for just waiting to hear a story that was promised to have so much. She showed the girl inside inside and sat her down in front of the fire place. " Now,"she began slowly," my story is indeed a very long one." The girl only shook her and said, her eyes wide with enthusiasm, " I love any good story, the longer the better." The old women smiled gently. Oh yes she saw a great deal of herself in this one, " Alright then my dear. My tale begins as all good stories do. Once upon a time..." This is just something I wrote when I was bored. What do you think? Im working on writing more. excellent work. good gob mrgreen
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Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2009 6:24 pm
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Posted: Fri Aug 21, 2009 6:45 pm
she had abandones her fear of the dark a long time ago.
I know that I said I would come in the Mrs. Haimina to hear your story
friendly proof reading
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Posted: Fri Sep 25, 2009 6:59 am
Mmm... the plot thickens as they say. Is this story set in a Victorian-era setting? Her dialogue (the posh English) and the old stone house with a peephole gives me that impression.
I think it should be continued. It has potential. heart
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Posted: Fri Sep 25, 2009 1:22 pm
thx and yes it is in that time setting. im trying to figure out the best way to continue it but nothing seems right. firedancer86 Mmm... the plot thickens as they say. Is this story set in a Victorian-era setting? Her dialogue (the posh English) and the old stone house with a peephole gives me that impression. I think it should be continued. It has potential. heart
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2009 6:52 pm
zoje972 The small girl walked up the old stone steps that led to, like the stairs, an old stone house. She banged the old brass knocker three times and shivered when a cool night breeze blew bye, whispering the strange eerie words that made the night seem so frightening to some. But she wasn't scared, she had abandones her fear of the dark a long time ago. She heard footsteps from the other side of the door and click of hatch over the peephole being slid open. She heard it click again as it was being shut and heard frustrated mumbling as the door was opened with a very loud creaking noise. "Good heavens child. What do you think your doing out this late at night?" said the old women who answered the door. " I know that I said I would come in the morning Mrs. Haimina to hear your story but I just couldn't wait."the girl replied, taking care to choose her words carefully. Mrs. Haimina smiled and shook her head, " I was never one for just waiting to hear a story that was promised to have so much. She showed the girl inside inside and sat her down in front of the fire place. Woah! Thts great work! MORE MORE MORE PLZ! lol smile " Now,"she began slowly," my story is indeed a very long one." The girl only shook her and said, her eyes wide with enthusiasm, " I love any good story, the longer the better." The old women smiled gently. Oh yes she saw a great deal of herself in this one, " Alright then my dear. My tale begins as all good stories do. Once upon a time..." This is just something I wrote when I was bored. What do you think? Im working on writing more.
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