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Sophie's Melody: Chapter 2Chapter TwoSophie's Melody: Chapter 2
When it was time to leave, Sophie was smiling. She had come bearing bad news and, against all odds, it became fantastic again! Hal might be coming with her to Auger Academy. It would be the two of them against the world, fighting off wooden dummies just like they always dreamed about when they were little.
She just hoped he would be able to get in.
Sophie ran home with a renewed longing to talk to Uncle Dan about Hal getting into the school. She lived on the other side of the river on a small hill in the forest. The hill was a natural clearing, the trees flirting with the base of the small hi
by ~FLPQueen
Sophie's Melody: Chapter 1Chapter OneSophie's Melody: Chapter 1
Sophie knocked on the oaken front door, waited 5 seconds, and knocked again. Seven years didn’t change her much. In many ways she still dressed and acted like a boy. She was just older now.
It was completely silent on the other side of the door for another 5 seconds until Sophie heard a great clamoring inside and the door was opened. The boy standing on the other side of the entryway had a wide smile on his lips.
“Sophie,” he breathed out her name and opened the door wider. He was only a little bit taller than her now; instead of a little shorter than her like he was whe
by ~FLPQueen
Sophie's Melody: Prologue7 Years Ago~Sophie's Melody: Prologue
“Are we there yet?” The first voice was barely a whine.
“Shush!” The second voice was silently in command.
“Not yet.” The third voice was chirpish, nasally and cheerful.
They kept walking.
“When are we gonna get there?”
“Why are you here if you don’t want to be?”
“Shhh…we’re almost there.”
The three kids walked knee-deep through a marshy area of the forest, now silent. The third voice led, followed by the second with the first bringing up the rear. Two
by ~FLPQueen
Rhythm of The RainThe rain has a rhythm, a certain beat Its music fills the air with every drop Every time it’s unique, never concreteRhythm of The Rain
You can hear it when it hits the street Or on the gutters with a quiet pip-plop The rain has a rhythm, a certain beat
The song it makes sounds like it’s on repeat Vague and soft until it stops But every time it’s unique, never concrete
Like the voice of love it sounds so sweet Selling its tones out of an outlet shop The rain has a rhythm, a certain beat
It comes and goes, a meet and greet Leaving before becom
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undecided endings part 1 I had set out some time ago in search of firewood that would last us the night, and to find the small cluster of apple trees we had passed earlier that day, before we made camp. After quite some time, I gathered a bundle large enough to last us long enough and started back toward my friends and the food that waited there. The sun had long since sunk below the tree line and the woods were beginning to come alive, as they often do at night. The chorus of sounds was music to my ears as I walked along through the leaf-strewn wood with my bundle. I sundecided endings part 1
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The Journalist's WifeShe gets a dozen letters during the first month he's gone. All of them written on thin, flowery paper, dusted with sandalwood, the ink light and airy, meticulously scrawled. She unfolds them carefully and reads them on the balcony at night, with the city pulsing below her, the sky dark and empty. Continually, the sandalwood sticks to her fingertips. Everything she touches afterward smells like someplace far away, like him. Like Africa, or whatever she thinks Africa must smell like.The Journalist's Wife
He rambles on about his fondness for her, how he misses her and misses their home. Trying to be cute, Lucy surmises, he compares her to the foreign, wild pi
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To live is to write and to write is to dream. Therefore...living is dreaming. Since you're a figment of my imagination, why are you so ugly?
And I write a lot, I just dont put them up. Did you see the artistic version of He Said She Said? It's found here [link] .
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Welcome to MY fantasy realm: [link]
I just wanted to thank you for the
PS: I'd be interested to know how you found my artwork, if you remember... Was it just random browsing, or a search, or in someone else's faves? Or maybe you've come to visit me before and I just don't recognize your username/avatar yet?... Just curious
By the way... this story was part of an 8-part pictorial series... Here’s the rest of the series, if you are interested:
Part 1: Leaving Home
Part 2: Horny Little Devil
Part 3: Wall of Fame
Part 4: Little Big Head
Part 5: Such a Deal!
Part 6: It’s Good to be Queen
Part 7: Counting the Cost
Part 8: The End? Ver.8a
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Welcome to MY fantasy realm: [link]
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To live is to write and to write is to dream. Therefore...living is dreaming. Since you're a figment of my imagination, why are you so ugly?
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Welcome to MY fantasy realm: [link]
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To live is to write and to write is to dream. Therefore...living is dreaming. Since you're a figment of my imagination, why are you so ugly?
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Welcome to MY fantasy realm: [link]
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