It's meeeee!!! The infamous Cerridwen! What you've never heard of me? I'm shocked! LOL! No I was just playing... Like I said I'm Cerridwen! I'm not exactly the greatest writer you'll come across but not the worst... Well here's my Newsie story and i hope all you Newsie lovers out there like it! Oh yeah I'm no good at summaries . sorry! Well here ya go!
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He had icy blue eyes. Silver mist floated around, like snow slowly falling from the sky. He was cocky and smart, the leader of Brooklyn and known throughout all of New York for his power. His hair was shaggy sandy blonde and normally stuffed under his worn out gray Newsie cap. Except for today. Today was an exception, it was too hot out, simple as that. The sun was beating down on the backs of people with no mercy. And Spot Conlon was sitting atop his perch, where all the crates were stacked up, almost looking like a throne. He watched Brooklyn, most of his boys that weren't in the water were off selling or too busy playing poker, the younger ones playing marbles or stalking their role-models. Spot shook his head a light smile touching his perfect lips, one of the younger boys, Timber, had been following him only a week prior, now he was busy chaseing after Gambler. Subconciously bringing his left hand up to rub against the scar on his shoulder. All of his boys lead hard lives, some of the younger ones hadn't, everyone talked about their pasts. Except Spot Conlon, his hand still touched the scar that was under the fabric of his deep royal blue long sleeved shirt. He was the great Brooklyn. The cocky smartass leader. But no matter what anyone said. Spot Conlon was a Soldier.
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Okay, okay yeah I know.. its short.. sorry if i misspelled a few things .!! But tell me what you think! Good? Bad? should I just quit while I'm ahead or continue? Thanks!! ^.^ Oh yeah... Please don't mind the lil stars.. They won't be on the next chapter.. I'm just trying to figure ff.net out ^.^
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He had icy blue eyes. Silver mist floated around, like snow slowly falling from the sky. He was cocky and smart, the leader of Brooklyn and known throughout all of New York for his power. His hair was shaggy sandy blonde and normally stuffed under his worn out gray Newsie cap. Except for today. Today was an exception, it was too hot out, simple as that. The sun was beating down on the backs of people with no mercy. And Spot Conlon was sitting atop his perch, where all the crates were stacked up, almost looking like a throne. He watched Brooklyn, most of his boys that weren't in the water were off selling or too busy playing poker, the younger ones playing marbles or stalking their role-models. Spot shook his head a light smile touching his perfect lips, one of the younger boys, Timber, had been following him only a week prior, now he was busy chaseing after Gambler. Subconciously bringing his left hand up to rub against the scar on his shoulder. All of his boys lead hard lives, some of the younger ones hadn't, everyone talked about their pasts. Except Spot Conlon, his hand still touched the scar that was under the fabric of his deep royal blue long sleeved shirt. He was the great Brooklyn. The cocky smartass leader. But no matter what anyone said. Spot Conlon was a Soldier.
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Okay, okay yeah I know.. its short.. sorry if i misspelled a few things .!! But tell me what you think! Good? Bad? should I just quit while I'm ahead or continue? Thanks!! ^.^ Oh yeah... Please don't mind the lil stars.. They won't be on the next chapter.. I'm just trying to figure ff.net out ^.^