| This is actually a random scene I did (with characters from a different story I'm still working on) for my Creative Writing class. I had to do a Dialogue Pieces, which is what this is. |
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Stranger Ch. 3“He is poking around too much for my liking” Gregory said, quietly as he held Colette’s hand. She was backed into the wall, leaning against it gently; Gregory stood in front of her.Stranger Ch. 3
“I don’t think he means to be a pest” Colette brushed her hand down his arm.
“No but if he is not careful he will learn secrets I cannot live with him knowing”
“He will never learn of such things. You know as well as I that we are far too careful for that” She paused, before dropping her voice. “You went out, did you not, while I kept him busy?”
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Stranger Ch. 1Gregory curled into his normal chair beside the fire. He placed a pillow on his lap and held his book in his left hand. His piercing grey eyes meet the sightless blue ones of the girl who stood beside him. He reached out his right hand and took her wrist, gently bringing her to sit in front of him. He leaned her head onto the pillow as he began to play with her dark brown hair.Stranger Ch. 1
“What story did you pick for tonight?” She asked, staring aimless into the fire.
Gregory watched his hand play with her hair against her neck for a moment before replying. “I thought we continue in Macbeth, where we left off b
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WritingA girl sits under the tree Her notebook set on her knee She writes from her heart Sharing her art Her pen on a creative spreeWriting
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3.13.2009He stilled remembered that way she looked when he first met her. She was sweet. Lovable. Innocent. Her joy lit up the room, while her sadness was physical ache. He wanted nothing more than to be seen by her. Everyone saw him but he only had eyes for her. His delicate flower. If only...if only.3.13.2009
She wanted a man like him. Gentle. Commanding. Loving. Respected by all. She never met anyone with so much power. With so many fans but who remained faithful to themselves and their beliefs. She wished he wasn't so untouchable. So utterly beyond her reach. If only...if only.
A precious gift. Unplanned. Unexpected, but none the
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