This is a story my sister wrote for english class. Yes, I know it is short. Imagine this as the library in Avatar. That is what I envision when I read this. Anyway, this story is written without any "E". Only the beginning info and end have an "E" in the words. Well, enjoy
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Andy was in pain all around. Andy stood up, bit by bit, so it wouldn't hurt so bad. Looking around, nothing was around this spot.
"Mani...Mani are you around?"
Standing up straight, Andy saw many books and scrolls around.
"How amazing," Andy said softly. Still shaking from pain, Andy slowly took hold a a rail. It was cold and smooth. Looking down, Andy saw nothing but dark. Looking up, Andy saw only a small dot of light. Andy took a flaming wick and, slowly moving toward an array of books and scrolls, nimbly touched the bindings.
"What a fall," said Andy, still hurting from pain. Stopping for a bit, Andy thought of Mani, and what might had occur to Mani. Looking up, Andy cast sight on an unusually big book. Slowly walking to it, Andy saw that it was prodigiously old. Picking it up, Andy found that it was a bit avoirdupois. An inscription found in a ruby tint binding said "History of Magic" in gold. Andy was cognizant of a soft wind, but shook it off and thought nothing of it. Paging through, Andy found it fascinating. Hours quickly drop, as Andy sat scaning "History of Magic", and slowly starting to drift off. Waking up to a harmony of soft aria, Andy stood slowly.
In a hushful call, "Mani...?"
Well, R&R, no flames. I know, it was very short. Sorry!