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[darcissistic]

 She watched him intently, careful to remain silent behind the trunk of the ancient tree. Her palms were wet with perspiration, her lips pursed tightly in a taut line. Her slippered feet throbbed beneath the hem of her dress. She guessed that her slippers were probably tattered and torn by now, caked with blood and dirt. How long had it been before

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[sphinxvictorian]

Wow! That's really good. Is there more? I'd love to read it!

[darcissistic]

Actually, no! That was just a scene that popped into my head! I like to write down my dreams if there's a good story! :)

[darcissistic]

And thanks for befriending me! :) I look forward to writing with you!

[sphinxvictorian]

And I look forward to writing with you!

I write down dreams sometimes too, if they're really vivid and stick with me. I had one once, that I'm still developing into either a story or a novel. It's wonderful when your subconscious is so helpful!

;)