Elizabeth walked downstairs to find Adam sitting at the table scribbling
something on a piece of paper. "What are you writing?" She asked. Adam
looked up, startled.
"Oh, just a story. It's about a thief who falls in love with a princess, so he pretends to be a prince to win her heart." He blushed, "I know how unrealistic and sappy it sounds, but I kind of like the idea."
Elizabeth smiled. "I think it's great." She told him confidently, "I didn't know you wrote. I mean, I knew you could write, but I didn't know you wrote stories."
Adam chuckled. "I admit, it's a certain passion of mine. It's fun, you should try it some time."
Elizabeth smiled at him. "Actually, I do. I love to write. I'm working on a story of my own, but I've sort of hit a rut. I'm having trouble getting past this one part."
"Maybe I can help." He offered. "Do you have it? If you'd like, I'll read it over and see if I can help." Elizabeth's face brightened as she told him she'd love that and ran up the stairs to get it. Adam shook his head and smiled, she was making this all just too easy.
Elizabeth smiled as she ran up the stairs to get her story. Maybe she'd been wrong about Adam. At first she'd thought he was a little weird and he gave her a creepy feeling sometimes. He would get this dark gleam in his eye, like he was thinking something truly evil, that would send chills down her spine. But how could someone who is evil write something so beautiful? Or be so friendly? She bounded down the stairs once more with her story, handed it over to him, and sat down prepared to do some serious writing again.
Author's Note: I haven't written anything on this in so long!! I have a few ideas to put in though, so the next chapter shouldn't take so long to put up and (hopefully) it won't be so short. This one was tiny but at least it helped me push through some of my writer's block.
"Oh, just a story. It's about a thief who falls in love with a princess, so he pretends to be a prince to win her heart." He blushed, "I know how unrealistic and sappy it sounds, but I kind of like the idea."
Elizabeth smiled. "I think it's great." She told him confidently, "I didn't know you wrote. I mean, I knew you could write, but I didn't know you wrote stories."
Adam chuckled. "I admit, it's a certain passion of mine. It's fun, you should try it some time."
Elizabeth smiled at him. "Actually, I do. I love to write. I'm working on a story of my own, but I've sort of hit a rut. I'm having trouble getting past this one part."
"Maybe I can help." He offered. "Do you have it? If you'd like, I'll read it over and see if I can help." Elizabeth's face brightened as she told him she'd love that and ran up the stairs to get it. Adam shook his head and smiled, she was making this all just too easy.
Elizabeth smiled as she ran up the stairs to get her story. Maybe she'd been wrong about Adam. At first she'd thought he was a little weird and he gave her a creepy feeling sometimes. He would get this dark gleam in his eye, like he was thinking something truly evil, that would send chills down her spine. But how could someone who is evil write something so beautiful? Or be so friendly? She bounded down the stairs once more with her story, handed it over to him, and sat down prepared to do some serious writing again.
Author's Note: I haven't written anything on this in so long!! I have a few ideas to put in though, so the next chapter shouldn't take so long to put up and (hopefully) it won't be so short. This one was tiny but at least it helped me push through some of my writer's block.