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| Author: | lady_E [ August 14th, 2008, 6:21 pm ] |
| Post subject: | Charlie's My Brother |
Starts off as a short story, not finished.... will post what happens next every 3 days/every week depending on how much i write about this story... but read this part and tell me what you think! Summer in Cornwall 1992, oh what a wonderful year it was. I remember the sweet memories of what was once a wonderful childhood, I once had a family who loved me. And we were blessed, blessed to have each other; blessed because we had luxury lifestyle, we owned a house in the countryside. The scenery was very beautiful there; our house was built of wood and was placed in middle of a field. The field was very big and it took a good few hours to walk all the way around it. We didn’t have a back garden. But we there was plenty of places for us to go to. The field was very interesting; it wasn’t just a normal field. And it didn’t just have grass growing in the field. There were wild flowers growing everywhere; until you got to the middle of the field, there was a wood there. And in-between the woods there was a track, it was made by the car; when we took our family outing to town. In the woods everywhere was filled of great, big, beautiful trees. Some in the summer went into bloom and grew pretty blossom on them. Others were big and old, when I was younger I use to think that the older trees were extremely ugly and the little blossom were beautiful, I use to imagine that the blossom trees were being pushed away from their beauty the ugly trees. Charlie told me to stop being silly and to act my age “honestly…. He would begin … Rachael you are almost 12 years old, its time you stopped believing in fairy tales”. And that was that I didn’t picture the trees in my head anymore, well not like that anyway. I didn’t tell Charlie about what I thought of the trees only because I didn’t want to disappoint my brother or look like a stupid 11 year old. We never spoke on the matter anymore, I kept my mouth quiet because me and my brother had a special bond and we got on so well I didn’t want him to feel disappointed In me. He was really good to me as well. He would always look out for me where ever I went. |
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| Author: | Witch_King_of_Angmar [ August 18th, 2008, 10:22 pm ] |
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Excellent start. I'm expecting this will turn into something of a short story series? |
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