The Door to the World Prologue by shinabui, literature
Literature
The Door to the World Prologue
The imagination is a strange thing. It can build worlds. It can create life. It can spin a story with emotion and thought. It can create an alternate reality.
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Strapped to a chair sat a young man; he appeared around his twentys, thick brown hair, vibrant blue eyes. His face had light stubble, and heavy, dark bags weighed down his eyes. Anger and desperation surged off of him as he glared hatefully at the corner of the room.
From the shadows of the corner emerged a tall, dark figure, their face obscured by a hood. The stranger held a scroll in his left
Sarah Darcie was an average height girl, with average brown eyes, and average short blue hair. Okay, so maybe her hair wasnt so average, but she was an individual after all. So here is this normal girl with a some what normal appearance, but the most non normal life. Sarah was an orphan for as long as she could remember, she knew nothing of her past, except that a young man working at the orphanage had found her in the middle of the woods 16 years and nine months ago. Daniel had been looking out for her since then until high school.
High school is the hell on earth to Sarah. Shes alone, and bullied constantly for bei
Current Residence: A small cave. Favourite genre of music: Alternative Favourite photographer: Danielle Bennett Favourite style of art: Comic/Realistic MP3 player of choice: iPod Favourite cartoon character: Hobbes Personal Quote: Dun care.