If I was a famous author I would publish a book with ten different endings which all went to print with varying degrees of rarity, but not tell the fans about it so that I could watch their confusion as they disagree over how the story ended. Then when they figured it out I would ‘come clean’, telling them that I had released eleven alternate endings and watch them panic again as they all try to find the last ending.
I’d get more writing done if my grandma didn’t hover around me. If I have something I’m working on out too long she’ll want to read it, and it’s not something I really want her to read.
I was on a road trip today and we past by a group of trees that looked like they had been scorched. The whole section of that forest, on both sides of the road was black. Except the ground. By now the forest floor was covered in a thing blanket of green, of grass, shrubs, and the various wildflower since it’s spring.
That got me thinking, despite all the bad things that happen, you’re never completely destroyed. Yeah, it may look like it, but have hope. Even when it looks hopeless, you’ll find that after awhile, things will start growing again, it may not be like it was, it may not ever be that good, or it could be better.
Just remember, even though things look destroyed, hold on and you may find it growing back.
So this little story here (3,414 words) was a project for school, and I thought y’all might enjoy it! :)
Part 1
It had been years since Mary had seen proper sunlight, no thanks to Brant. In the past five years she had come to believe all the reports of how cruel he was; her current situation was proof if that.
The darkness was her friend, it concealed her from those who would wish her harm or use her for their own means. But there were other things that lived in the dark, those who had been driven there like she had…
If Daisy denied feeling fear at that moment, she would have been lying. While trolls were more brutish, goblins knew the arts of torture, and would use it to get an answer. She desperately hoped one of her companions would say something, anything that would placate the goblins.
As they pulled her away from the dwarves, she felt hysteria build in her chest. She looked around wildly at her friends, and around at the goblins, trying to find any kind of way to fight back.