Here is the place to write, and get feedback about writing you do OUTSIDE the arconian walls. I'll start it off with the beginning of a story I'm writing (that may, as I'm realizing, go better at the end of it.)
"As the water swirled around my feet, anything was possible. In my heart, though, I was sure of what would happen.
My gaze took me to the sky, where the dark shapes I had come to know so well circled. They were barely visible in the foilage, and I know I only saw them because they chose to show themselves to me.
As I waited, the thrumming of the helicopter's wings was closer, yet I didn't know quite where it was untill the Shapes all of a sudden dispersed. The helicopter landed in the water near me, making my hair fly in all directions, and the water rip around my ankles rather than swirl..."
The door closing shut behind him took Stevan out of his trance.
"Reading the end of the book before the start again? I thought I told you that was a bad habit."
"I just wanted to see what it was."
"Yeah, well. Let me see what you have there." The grandpa's old hand picked up the dusty and ragged-looking binding of the book. Turning it over in his hand so Steven could see the top, he read aloud the now fading golden script on the cover. "To Kat, With Love."
"That's mother's name, right Grandad?"
"Yes. It is." The curious look on his grandson's face spurred him on in speech. "This is your mother's account of when her plane went down, in the diary we gave her. Her discoveries she made are also recorded there."
"I thought everyone dismissed her stories as lies, because she was starved for more attention after her fame faded away." Steven said with a frown. Grandad shrugged.
"Why don't you read it? Even if it is just a story, stories are entertaining."
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