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Storytime PLEASE READ
July 27, 2008I am currently writing a story....I would really like to know what you think of it....PLEASE CLICK HERE
I look out over my balcony and look out into the darkness laid before me. The moon casting shadows against the mossy wilderness, the breeze swimming in the air against my face, whispering a warning in the air. “What can I do now?” I thought to myself. “My life has gone no where in the years past and I still have not figured out my secret. Who am I? What am I? And why haven’t I figured ou-“ I was cut off from a noise from behind me. I turned around cautiously and looked forward. The off-white French doors lay wide open with the red, velvet curtains rustling in the wind. Everything looked the same; untouched and spotless, almost like a picture hung up in a art museum. The smooth feeling of the wood floor against my feet as I walk into my familiar bedroom. The queen size bed that lay before me with the lavender sheets spread across the bed. I could almost smell the lavender as if it were there. To my right, my giant mirror hangs on the wall, taunting my every move. My flawless body wrapped into a black, silk night gown that came down to my knees, my long blonde hair surrounding my face. Anyone man would say that I was the most gorgeous creature on this Earth. But it felt like all I was flaws and mistakes. I stood there staring at myself when I was suddenly startled by a familiar mans voice from behind me, and stood staring at the floor. “You look troubled,” said the man. Slowly, I lifted my head and looked into the mirror. “You should know, I always have something on my mind.” I could see he was smiling at me in the reflection. I turned around and stared straight into his eyes. His pitch black hair rustled in the slight breeze that came through the doors, and the breeze wrapped around his sleek, perfect face. His green eyes glistened from the reflecting moonlight against the mirror, like the sun striking a water droplet in the calm hours of the morning. His facial expression was calm, a half smile painted on his face. His name is Alex. He is my best and probably my only true friend, and I love him with all my heart... TO BE CONTINUED