You probably saw the title of this one and said, "What's she done this time?" But seriously, did you ever wonder which of the great heroes of your favorite period dramas would be perfect for you? W-e-l-l... here you go!
It might be important to say:
NO PEEKING! If you do peek, then a band of tea gnomes will come and beat the living daylights out of your goldfish.
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Preface
This story is based on my Two best friends and me in ten years! My inspriation was us, and my best friend HomeschoolGirl started her own (The Three), then I built mine a little after hers, trying the best I could to make it different! But hers is amazing! Much better I must say. Hopefully my other friend Liddyanne, will write her own version! Then we'll have three different versions!
I hope you enjoy!
Yesterday was my first day of my 15 year on the world. I don't feel much different than I did 2 days ago, when I was a mere 14 year old. I haven't gotten a sudden wealth of wisdom or suddenly understood why I am here or what the purpose to life is. I feel more as if I fit in my own skin, that 15 is the age I belong in for now, and I am content with that. The things that seemed oh so important last year are now dim memories in my mind, things I hardly think about any more.
The shadows fell like rain filling the streets of a victorian London but on second glance it wasn't Earth. A boot black boy ran past, his tan cap wet with rain. His ears pointed.
It was night in the land of the Fay and the rain toumbled down. A tall dark shadow slipped threw the deserted streets. His cloak pulled tight around him obscured his face. He glanced back and forth to see if he was being followed before stepping into the shadow of a shop door.
The bell on the door jangled softly as he shut the door behind him.
Weeks passed and the daily routine became monotonous and I would try to come up with new and interesting things to do to pass the time. I noticed that the napkin rack was a jumbled mess and something had to be done with it. I could enjoy doing it too. Kenny told me I could fix it up if I wanted, so I set about my work.
Philip Gray applied the finishing touches to his tie as he stood in front of a mirror. He took a deep, long look at his head make sure that each hair was in its proper place. Finally, he was ready for his date! After two hours of meticulous dressing, ounces upon ounces of hair gel and cologne, and careful preening of his garments, Philip decided it was time to call Renee to tell her when he was going to pick her up. His heart fluttered briefly as his finger flew over the well-known numbers on his phone. Renee’s melodious voice answered, and Philip faltered momentarily.
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Chapter Four: Television Scare
(Note From Author: I apologize for the lack of action in this chapter!)
If there was anything I hated more then rotting dead things showing up in my bathroom at night, then I think that, whatever it is, should be given a reword for most gross thing ever!
Well. It's a good thing I didn't get my hopes up about the job at the horse farm. The woman never called me back. When I finally called her, she said that the position was already filled by a young man, but thanked me for my interest. That was nice. Thank you for your intrest. My interest was to get the job and get the money from it. I had hung up the phone and looked down at it wryly. And I knew the kid who got it was probably the one who got his truck stuck in her driveway. It would figure. Anyway, then I had to look for something else.
*A/N* I am Myself will probably be continued under a different title. Hope everyone likes these!
From Far away the desert calls
its voice like rain
"OH come back Mary o'graidha,
Back to the whispering plains
back to where the wind howls and the wolf crys
come back to Delmaria
come back to me
cried a wind as dry as souls
parched, dead, dry
return, return,
to me