Hear me now, all crimes should be treasured if they give thee pleasure somehow...

[medeagnome]

RE-POST...I am starting up my stories again. This was the last one before I stopped.She sat in her room, the black made the green pentacles shine more brightly when the moon was all she had as her light. She lit one candle. It too was black. She sat gazing at all of the notes she had accumulated over the years. She swallowed her fears and opened up

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[anonymous]

Good stuff Lynne, although I find myself straining to remember the names and not mixing them...yet it was my first time reading it and itll take more readings to take it all in...Im rambling and deviating from my point simultaniously...anywho: good work.
Big Mike