Amber Dean
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I am mainly a photographer that also enjoys creating many forms of art.
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The Masquerade
My birthday has come, I, Isabella am 18 years old, yet no one has said a word. Mother and father are both gone, I'm guessing they went out on a social call. Nicolo, my dear brother, was in the dining room having a late breakfast this morning. He was out late last night carousing with his friends, no doubt in my mind, until sunrise. I don't even think he knows what day of the week it is. Does no one remember? The servants at least should be placing all the decorations.
By Amber Dean4 years ago in Fiction
The Book of Dreams
It was a dark and stormy night.The deep sounds of thunder were shaking the tiny house and the bolts of lightning lit up the mostly dark kitchen interior as I sat at my rickety table thinking about all the things I could be doing, had the electricity not gone out hours ago. Just as I started to rise from my chair in search of more candles, to help chase the shadows from the room, a strong knock rattled the door.
By Amber Dean5 years ago in Humans
