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 Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2008 11:27 am
Hello everyone this is a story i started writing a few weeks ago and id like some feedback on it ill post a chapter at a time starting in the next post and please be as honest as you like i hate sugar coating
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Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2008 12:13 pm
There are times when ancient meets modern in a cauldron of rebirth. The effect can be shocking, the past can begin to repeat itself in a pattern of lore. And it can all begin by finding journals from long ago in a tounge you've nair seen before yet somehow you know. Or dreams that click with deja vu, yet you wear adifferent face from a different time.
An outcast Dublin maid makes her way to her mountain cottage, rented from an unknown hero whom she thought to be long since dead. The winds stirred her midnight blue roses as she approached her home that fall day and she saw it as a sign of change.THe young, paleshamanic womans golden eyes sparkled as she took a wiff of the sweet smelling leaves, packed a few things and was off.
Her black mare took her to the small dock on a whim, the maid having no desired destination, no place to go but to drift as her gypsy ancestors had before her. At the sight of her passing many a person rejoiced in that village for they saw her as a witch. They saw it as a dark cloud lifting from their homes. As her mare loped along with a beat to the earths rhythm just following the wind.
And they were gone, along the spraying shore tothe cliffs and up through the rolling green hills, deep into the heart of Ireland where the tanglewood lay thick and the swamps roamed far.
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