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Monday, October 18, 2004


   What do you think?
I am putting this up in case someone can give me advice>

I got this far with him, and it's all straight lines because it means I can click and point LOL

I am determined to get out of this lousy funk.

Tomorrow my department (that's me) is being audited...

I don't care as one day I will be a writer and rich (delusional)

Aaron was sat beside a large oak tree, his breathing heavy and his arms aching from carrying his burden. He had managed to get to the early afternoon before needing a break from his early morning flight. He looked at the road again before opening the blanket to look at he child he had stolen inside. The child was sleeping in the warmth of the furs he had hastily shoved inside and knew nothing of what her fate was to be before the Veldran had taken her from the prison cell. He sighed in relief that at least he had managed one good deed in his life. He had been a coward for most of his years, he knew it and he was ashamed of it but what else could he have been? His entire society hated people being weak and he knew that it was a small matter of time before another male took his place. He knew that there were other men willing to assassinate him in order to take the place of the mistress’s favored slave. He could even think up the ways in which they would want to take him out, it was for this reason he was not ashamed of fleeing and attempting to get away from his household. He would be another corpse to add to the pile and Aris, the dear little girl in his arms would have been the same.

I wrote that about three years ago. I gave up and went back to horror writing. LOL but it's a sample.

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