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Land OF THE Unicorn Horns Galerio was the smallest village in all of Delermo. The villagers heard of amazing tales outside of they're own village, but never had the heart to live out their own adventure. They lived quietly, doing there jobs day in and day out, helping neighbors, being kind, tucking themselves into bed at night saying "I did a service today." Children never romped or stomped or searched for hidden pirates gold or made imaginary friends. Adults never became exited, never argued, for there was nothing to become exited about and nothinthing to argue over. Galerio was forever the same. Each day the sun rose up in a splendor of orange and purple. After the sun rose, a mist would fall over the land that would keep the village perfect climate. People would start to rise at exactly eight and a half of the sun. Three babies would be born and two deaths would take place in the hours of nine and ten of the sun. Each father would then pick up his case and head to work. Each mother would wake her children, feed them, kiss them, and bid them farewell as they hurried off to school. After the children came home, esactly half of the population of Galerio went visiting. (The next day it would be the other half who did the visiting). By nine to ten f the moon, children would be in bed. By eleven of the moon, parents would sleep. The sunset would be a red slash in the sky. Then it would fade, going down for twelve hours, and the day would start again at eight of the sun. This happened everyday for every family. There were no laws about this, no one talked it over, they just...did it. But there is a rebel in everything. For what fun would be a story if nothing happened out of the ordinary? Well, the rebel's time has come.
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'Ello all! I have a bit o' news. After much consideration I have come to the conclusion that I CAN NOT write my new story, Pennies From Heaven. The main charater, Penny, is a heroin I excape into. The ups and downs I have felt with her are impossible to put into words, much less write a whole new story focused around her. I'm very sorry, but I do have two new stories to put up. They are: Hope you like them, LORD willing I will post the first chapter tomrrow. ~Louisa THE Story Teller~ |
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Pennies From Heaven I wasn't really short, but then again, I wasn't tall. "Average sized" Samantha called me. But I hate that word; average. The thesaurus says average is unexceptional, unremarkable, and standered. I hate those words, too. I wanted my life to be exiting, be an adventure, be exceptional and remarkable and different. That is one thing you should know about me. Anoter thing you should know about me is...well, there are many. I saw at the movie theater in one movie a girl introducing herself as "Bella. Bella Barlow who likes movies, ice cream, and a gay time!" So I'm Penny. Penny Robinson who likes to daydream and read and softball. Penny who likes the color green, green apples, and the history of green Ireland. Penny who wants a horse. Penny who's life is very dull. In other words; Penny who is completly unexceptional, unremarkable, and standered. Average. |
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Hello friends! Welcome to my library, a place where you can always relax and read. Here I will post my curent stories along with book reviews. I will only post once or twice every week, so be on the lookout for new parts of the stories or a new list of books I am currently reading. Make yourself comfortable, pick up a book, and read! ~Louisa THE Story Teller~ |