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In The Early Times of Survival...; A short tale of a young woman in a cruel world.
Topic Started: Aug 2 2012, 05:35 AM (35 Views)
Kathleen_Johanna

When the moon was new and the rain was pouring down; a young woman awoke from a dizzy and mysterious slumber.

The woman who awoke was dressed in royal adventure clothing and adorned with jewelry and lovely things as such. When the woman awoke and looked about and round, she saw and took note that she was nessled within a soft forest. She took to her feet and looked up and down and saw that she had laid under a tree in dry, dusty, sand-like dirt. The woman walked forward and a shiver sent down her spine. A rain drop had struck her on the crown.

She walked and walked from under tree to tree, in search; no doubt, of a shelter and/or a friend. She ducked and weaved and moved all about. She quickened her pace in fear of the night. She dashed, she sprinted and feared of the dark. She fled and she lept, in the quest for the light. She climbed and she crept and then she almost fell over.

But then; and just then, The woman burst forth and out from the dark of the forest and into a desert; a place haunted by the barreness inside it. She looked with her eyes, adapted alike an owl's. She looked over yonder and saw the sun in the horizon. The woman rubbed her eyes and continued forth. And the light, yes... she would surely find it.



This was written out of inspiration after playing on your server, PoundSake.
If you would care for more, I would be certainly happy to add.
This is or rather, would be a story following the adventure I experienced upon my first visit to the server.
I hope you enjoyed these few paragraphs here.
Theres more where that came from, too. *Taps own head* :D

With care,
- Kathleen Johanna Sullivan
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