Excerpt from 'The Rose'As Les cycled up the winding path of the hill, she noticed why the manor was dubbed 'The Haunted Mansion'. The hill was absolutely silent apart drom the gravel crunching under the bicycle tyres. On top of the hill the manor loomed menacingly. The grey walls held sad memories as much as cobwebs. How could a person live in there-she thought. As she entered the courtyard, Les was taken aback by the wines on the inside walls of the courtyard. The dull green of the leaves seemed to have lost the vibrancy of life. Les wheeled the bicycle closer to the walls, the leaves seemed familiar to her- smokey trails of her memory- like a drExcerpt from 'The Rose'
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I am random, not insane.
There's a difference?
...No, not really.
^_^;; D'oh
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What does friendsip mean to you?
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Groups I'm in, Digital-Art-Juniors [link] , Fractals [link] , IAM [link] , Terragen [link] .
come read my poem some time.... i know they are not that good... but i would love to hear from you.... ^_^;;
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