A little unannounced..
Well, writing is a hobby of mine so here's a short story for you to review. ^-~ This one is dedicated to Sunni Anderson and My FAV. Cousin, Jillian!
A boy ran through the forest shielding his eyes with his arms as the branches swatted him in all directions. A tear trickled down the boy's determined face. How they pitied him, the boy who had lost his mother. He hated it, he hated it with all his soul. So he ran, he ran as far as his small legs could carry him before collapsing; when he collapsed he laid there until he dozed off into a deep slumber. In that slumber he dreamed about his parents, his family, his old life. How did he get here you ask? Well here's his story.
The sun's first rays filtered through his small bedroom window showing all of his childlike features. His black hair was in tussles about his face and he was a deathly pale. The poor boy was having a terrible nightmare, luckily he was pulled back to reality by a maid who'd entered my room, she said his family was eating breakfast and that he should go join them. He smiled, she had always been like a mother to him. Saying goodbye to Sakuta he ran downstairs for breakfast, by then my dream was long forgotten, but I know now it would have helped if I'd remembered it.
Well, writing is a hobby of mine so here's a short story for you to review. ^-~ This one is dedicated to Sunni Anderson and My FAV. Cousin, Jillian!
A boy ran through the forest shielding his eyes with his arms as the branches swatted him in all directions. A tear trickled down the boy's determined face. How they pitied him, the boy who had lost his mother. He hated it, he hated it with all his soul. So he ran, he ran as far as his small legs could carry him before collapsing; when he collapsed he laid there until he dozed off into a deep slumber. In that slumber he dreamed about his parents, his family, his old life. How did he get here you ask? Well here's his story.
The sun's first rays filtered through his small bedroom window showing all of his childlike features. His black hair was in tussles about his face and he was a deathly pale. The poor boy was having a terrible nightmare, luckily he was pulled back to reality by a maid who'd entered my room, she said his family was eating breakfast and that he should go join them. He smiled, she had always been like a mother to him. Saying goodbye to Sakuta he ran downstairs for breakfast, by then my dream was long forgotten, but I know now it would have helped if I'd remembered it.