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I am writing a story. I am hoping I wont abandon this one and I will be able to actually get it done and maybe even published [fat chance] but anyways, you cant really tell what the story id going to be about by reading this first part, but MAYBE Ill keep posting more and more as I continue. If you EVER plagurize my story, even one paragraph, I will cover you in maple syrup, tie you to a tree in the middle of the woods and set mad, starving, crazed dogs on you. Then you will be no more and my story will once again be mine. See how that works?
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The autumn days in Oakwood Hollow are enchanting. I spend just about every day walking home from school, and taking time to gaze at the canopy of tie-dyed leaves that flicker in the breeze as I pass through. It is a beautiful time of year, a season where I can ignore time, and walk through the park with a friend or by myself. The park is a large maze of paths and creeks that twist and turn, winding under fallen trees and broken glass. There is the orchard as well. A spacious three-acre clearing with scattered apple trees and tall grass. I spend much of my spare time wandering through the trees on those winding paths. I almost never have a set destination, and I let my legs take me away through the heavily shaded depths of the woods, discovering a new trail here or there; a fresh place to explore. After a while I begin to head home, prepared to get to work on supper when I walk through the door. Another day is coming to an end, and I have school tomorrow.
I know its not much, but I have some VERY interesting details I am anticipating the use of. I will have to find the right place to put them in, so it might take a while.
One
The autumn days in Oakwood Hollow are enchanting. I spend just about every day walking home from school, and taking time to gaze at the canopy of tie-dyed leaves that flicker in the breeze as I pass through. It is a beautiful time of year, a season where I can ignore time, and walk through the park with a friend or by myself. The park is a large maze of paths and creeks that twist and turn, winding under fallen trees and broken glass. There is the orchard as well. A spacious three-acre clearing with scattered apple trees and tall grass. I spend much of my spare time wandering through the trees on those winding paths. I almost never have a set destination, and I let my legs take me away through the heavily shaded depths of the woods, discovering a new trail here or there; a fresh place to explore. After a while I begin to head home, prepared to get to work on supper when I walk through the door. Another day is coming to an end, and I have school tomorrow.
I know its not much, but I have some VERY interesting details I am anticipating the use of. I will have to find the right place to put them in, so it might take a while.