Reading is my way to escape reality.
Writing is my way of expressing the things I could never say out loud.

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This is part of a story for school. I would really appreciate any feedback.

Thank you.

A beginning

May 14, 2019


The grand throne room was flooded with light from the large windows set at the back of the room. Tapestries hung from the long walls displaying everything from dragons to fairies, to war pictures. At the heart of the throne room sat a glorious, golden throne. Everything was what you would expect in the castle of a great King and it all looked bright and welcoming. But as soon as one stepped in, one would feel an immediate shiver that has nothing to do with the temperature; the source of this feeling was never located.


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