Tricia Crowley
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I started writing before I ever put pen to paper. I began as a child using imagination and daydreams. I write to express my faith, capture my dreams, communicate ideas, share visions and to sort out life's challenges.
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Isabella's Dream
There weren't always dragons in the valley. In fact, when I was a child, it was a dramatically different scene than the one before you now. The magical creatures of the valley were all but gone and the rainbow canvas we view today had then turned to dreary shades of gray. Our beloved mystical trees were barren, silent and lifeless while our crystal waters had become murky, stagnant and dangerously infested with parasitic, bottom dwellers. The people were plagued with viruses and diseases, many dying well before their time. Even the air was different back then; always damp, heavy and cold under a gloomy, sunless sky. You see, the light had left the land taking with it all of our magical color and mystical beauty. Our world was on the edge of disaster and in grave danger of falling into complete darkness. Thinking back now, I still get chills remembering the pervasive fear that permeated our days. I am Isabella. My story will be shared for generations to come, but I did not know it back then.
By Tricia Crowley4 years ago in Fiction
