Posted October 29th, 2019 by katchyboo
in The Dungeons
Ok, so a long time ago I wrote a story. It was...
Here is the first chapter. And keep in mind I thought this was good writing. (oh Ra it's cringy) (but I was, like, eight)
I had always been different. My hair was bright orange, but everyone else in my family's was jet black. I always loved nature, but everyone else preferred the city. You get the picture. Sometimes I wondered if I had been adopted, but it seemed crazy! Anyway, once me and my family moved to the city, I couldn't ever hope to love it as much as our old cottage in the countryside. I cried myself to sleep every single night, generating some angry remarks from the rest of my family. It was then that I decided I had to leave. I was up VERY early, knowing today was the day I was going to escape into the wild. I got my duffel bag and packed up my few belongings (my family had never treated me very well) and tiptoed down the stairs to go wild.
That was a CHAPTER.
...and I thought that was good...?
Oh my Ra.
Okay, rewrite incoming.
But not right now, because I'm lazy as heck!
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