Hello, everyone. Ms. Secret.
This isn't a chapter just so know. It's a preview of sorts. But it would nice if you read this.
This story may have something that some would think to be bad. So you are one of those people, I thank you for reading this. I, myself am surprised that I thought up this strange story so please be nice to me.
If you are someone who likes to read stories, please in joy my story when I got the time to the time to put up the first chapter. I have a bit of a busy life so please be nice.
Thank all for reading this. Here's a poem that I found. I think it goes with the upcoming story.
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
By Edgar Allen Poe