I apologize! 
NeutralSo if you are wondering where I am I am currrently working. But don't worry as soon as I have time I will go back to my other works. Just right now I feel as if my talents are needed elsewhere! >.<
Anna's Tale Chapter TwoCHAPTER TWO Morning came almost too quickly the next day. As I slowly opened my eyes my dreams slowly disappeared from my view. However, even though I knew I was awake I could still hear the violins playing in the distance. I had been dreaming, but what the dream was about I wasn’t for sure. All I could remember was the slow ballad that could be heard from the violins. Laying there in my bed I began to strain myself, it had been such a lovely dream I knew it! But what was it about? I remembered a face, oh and it was a handsomAnna's Tale Chapter Two
Anna's Tale Chapter OneCHAPTER ONEAnna's Tale Chapter One
When I came into this world I held great promise, or so the servants say. I was my mother’s first child, so naturally, as the first born my parents would have high expectations of me. Even as an infant any one could tell that I would grow up to be a beautiful woman. From the start my eyes were the color of the sky on a clear summer day. When my hair finally began to grow it reflected the color of the autumn sunshine, locks of pure red and the curled slightly at the ends like a wave of auburn sunshine. My skin is very fair, like the color of the
Anna's Tale ProloguePROLOGUEAnna's Tale Prologue
Every child has heard all of the fairy tales; in fact every country in the world has a collection of their own fairy tales. There was Cinderella who lost her slipper, or Sleeping Beauty who could only be awakened by true love’s first kiss. Or what about the beauty who fell for the beast? Not to mention Snow White who bit into the poisonous apple. The list goes on and on. In all of these tales they talk about beautiful maidens who were full of beauty and grace and elegance. The princes were brave, courageous, and handsome and always held good mo
STRANGERSTRANGERSTRANGER
Every morning when I wake up I am afraid, afraid of whom I will see when I wake up. When I glance in the mirror I wonder, Who will I see this time? Each time I look through the mirror a stranger stares back at me. “Who are you?” I ask. They just stare back and my question
remains unanswered. How long have they been there? This I cannot answer,
but I know that they have always been there. Each day I go through all kinds of different forms of “me” It’s like I am wearing several different masks.
i would love it if you gave it a look
if you have time, maybe you could check out a prologue ive just put up..... its my first time ><
i am definately gonna watch you for any more awesome reads!
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"Time Passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me..." - Stephenie Meyer's "New Moon"
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Why live for tomorrow when I can barely make it through today?
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