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Mar 08, 2012 12:29PM
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I'm always looking for people to read my writing!! Any feedback, good or bad, is welcome. Please let me know what you think!http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/2...
^This one is the story I'm really working on. It's my book, and I'm almost finished! Again, any and all comments!
http://www.goodreads.com/story/show/2...
^And then this is just an idea I came up with and all I have is the first chapter
Now heres the beginning of a story i am writing
To be what I am is like poison in your mouth, and like everything a girl could ever ask for. I am an Angel. You know, sort of translucent, glowing when feelings get strong, a hooded gown. There are only eighteen of us left. The last of the colored-hooded-gown Angel’s, or Rainbow Angel’s. I am White, for purity. My seven-foot long, deep brown, wavy hair flows around me as I run like no tomorrow, running for my life to be exact. Hours earlier I was accused for poisoning our leader, Yin. I didn’t even know I was being sentenced to death until I was brought onto a stage for hanging. The only sad part is that I am leaving behind people who I love who also love me as well. I whip through the trees hoping to find sanctuary. I whistle as loud as I could and hear the heavy footsteps of my White Tiger, Taj (After the Taj Mahal).
“Taj, my boy, thank you for coming.” I say as he closes in on me. I quickly hop on-top of him as soon as he gets next to me, and he runs faster than a bullet train. “That’s my Taj, faster now, don’t want to get caught and get publicly murdered.” I say with a smile, knowing no one can catch up with Taj.
To be what I am is like poison in your mouth, and like everything a girl could ever ask for. I am an Angel. You know, sort of translucent, glowing when feelings get strong, a hooded gown. There are only eighteen of us left. The last of the colored-hooded-gown Angel’s, or Rainbow Angel’s. I am White, for purity. My seven-foot long, deep brown, wavy hair flows around me as I run like no tomorrow, running for my life to be exact. Hours earlier I was accused for poisoning our leader, Yin. I didn’t even know I was being sentenced to death until I was brought onto a stage for hanging. The only sad part is that I am leaving behind people who I love who also love me as well. I whip through the trees hoping to find sanctuary. I whistle as loud as I could and hear the heavy footsteps of my White Tiger, Taj (After the Taj Mahal).
“Taj, my boy, thank you for coming.” I say as he closes in on me. I quickly hop on-top of him as soon as he gets next to me, and he runs faster than a bullet train. “That’s my Taj, faster now, don’t want to get caught and get publicly murdered.” I say with a smile, knowing no one can catch up with Taj.
