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This is a childrens story but could be adapted to be a larger, more intricate work.
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The sky is darkeningwith ominous rumblingand birds scatter skittishly.The smell of damp clouds,and the taste of their shrouds,the air is full of energ..
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The Last Dragon
Chapter 1
The girl named Wren entered the bookshop by way of the wooden door on the side of it. The inside was faded and dusty, like..
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Chapter 2
The next day dawned pale and rainy. The street outside was slick with the previous nights rain. Wren stared out of the rain painted window..
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A girl finds an old diary, which talks about the protection of a dragons egg. She pursues the mystery and finds something she never expected.
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The sun was shining brightly on the hills of Ireland. There was a smell of fresh tilled earth upon the air, and soapsuds. Mary O'Conner, twenty four y..
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A quiet trickle of water,dripping onto smooth stone,the smell of flowers on the wind.The sound of leaves blowing in the breeze.the sun shines on baby ..
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A trickle of water on borrowed stone,a living forest where ferns do growa softish light through foliage shines,a storm of which dark rainclouds sign.A..
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How madly cling the roses
to the moss grown crumbling wall
performing desperate poses,
they'd rather cling than fall.
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This is about a Scottish moor
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