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发表于 2012-3-20 09:30:08
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Life As A Teenage, Runaway, Princess Rowena - Stor
make sure you read the description up above so you can understand this bit of my story i'm writing. thank you.
life as a teenage, runaway, princess: rowena
this is not fully finished, and this part is only a tidbit of my story, but here you go:
running, sprinting, just to get away from her. with each step to glorious freedom, my heart pounds, my lungs burn, and my brain screams,lunette carrera pas cher, “stop, rowena! stop!” but i tell my brain to shut up, because i will soon be away, free, out of mo's evil clutches.
as i speed away, the memories run through my mind: mo, the horrid witch,lunettes carrera pas cher, capturing me, taking me away, locking me up for who knows how long. she 'wants' me, 'needs' me, ordering i stay with her.
as i run, i hear the wind whispering encouragements to me; i hear birds shrieking, “run, rowena! run! she’s coming!” squirrels are following me, wondering why i’m dashing by. stupid squirrels, i think to myself as i dodge another evergreen. they seem to be everywhere, both the trees and the squirrels.
i stop behind a tree to take a breath, and see a flash of light hit the bush next to me. i look up immediately and see mo shrieking to the moon, almost like a werewolf. i start running again, and hear mo howling spells in her ancient tongue and see dark spirits coming quickly and more flashes of light hit various trees. i speed up, not wanting to be taken back, and i run into somebody. we both shriek and fall into the opening of a deep, dark tunnel. mo is oblivious to my disappearance and is still shrieking and howling; i can still see flashes of purple,carrera lunette, red, and green.
“who are you?” the other person asked, catching her breath. she had quickly scooted away from me as far as she could. i could easily tell it was a girl, sounding around my age.
“i’m rowena. who are you?” i answered, also catching my breath.
“i’m rosalindae,” she replied,carrera lunettes, much more confident than before.
we then walked deeper into the tunnel, each telling the other about ourselves, as the wicked witch kept on shrieking and howling. |
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