Once, there were two young girls who lived in an orphanage in a small village just on the edge of an ancient forest. From the day that the two met, an instant bond had formed between them. The two delighted in each other’s company more than they did any of the other children. Despite … Continue reading Rose Red’s Forest
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The Old House
The old house, with its wildly overgrown garden, was silent, secretive. The building itself was worn down from the elements but still intact, made of worn stone and wood paint peeling off it. It stood in heart of the city, but it felt like it existed in its own little space, so close yet … Continue reading The Old House
Rebecca
The mirror held a stranger seemed at the same time so familiar and yet so absolutely alien to the woman standing in front of it. She moved her hand in front of the mirror and the stranger matched the movement exactly. She turned her head and so did the person in the mirror. She … Continue reading Rebecca
The old house, with its wildly overgrown garden, was silent, secretive.
The title of this post is my first sentence, which I got from a generator. http://writingexercises.co.uk/firstlinegenerator.php if anyone is interested in it. The old house, with its wildly overgrown garden, was silent, secretive. Even though it was on a lively street in the suburbs it seemed apart from the world. No one ever said anything … Continue reading The old house, with its wildly overgrown garden, was silent, secretive.
All Dressed Up and Nothing to Write 