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just a small intro i wrote for my English class, if i get a good response it might evolve into a fully fledged novel, or at least the start of one.

Submitted:Mar 10, 2014    Reads: 64    Comments: 3    Likes: 2   

I had got pretty good at reading the time from the moon. its pearly surface lay partially hidden behind the wisps and silver linings of countless clouds which floated gracefully through the sky. It was around five AM, I knew that much, but the sweet embrace of sleep I craved so desperately was as far away as the moon itself, visible but tantalisingly out of reach. the sensation wasn't new to me, insomnia was a regretable habit of mine. Always accompanied by the sense of dread that burdened my mind stripping it of its innocence. Despite my early age, I knew when something was wrong, a nagging feeling that beedy eyes were locked on to my turned back as I looked fondly towars the window. There was something in the room.


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