Winds moan, the waves swell.
The black waters churn, drowning
Where proud Earth once stood.
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Ettalee Rose
I've always love to read, but now I want to try the writing thing for myself. Historical fiction, fantasy, science fiction, and thriller/suspense are my genres of choice.
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There was a Girl
Three months. It’s been three months since I was taken prisoner and locked in this tower. I know who my captor is, and when his war is finished, and he has killed all the innocents that are better than he, he will come for me, and he will make me his wife, his prisoner for life. Of course, that is what I’ve been told will be my eventual fate. Three months of my life has been stolen here. My 18th birthday, come and passed. My high school graduation, only weeks away, is just a dream now. By now, I’m sure the police, and my father, and the whole town will say that I am a missing person, and maybe they will say that I am dead. Lost in a winter storm, they’ll say as they shake their heads in disbelief, she was so young, what a dreadful shame. My father…my heart aches to think of him. What will become of him now?
By Ettalee Rose4 years ago in Fiction
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