White fog slowly begins to swirl within the crystal ball as soon as he sits down.
The old fortune teller doesn't even look up. Her golden hued eyes are fixed upon the ball, her colorful headscarf catching the light from the lamp. Her wrinkled brown skin looks as delicate and as thin as paper. Gold jewelry dangles from her earlobes. Rings adorn every thing finger.
He waits patiently until the fortune teller is finished. His thoughts start to go back to that fateful day.
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Creative Writing Passages Part Two
PoetryThese are ideas and creative words and writing that are only starting to come out. I hope everyone enjoys it and has a comment or two to say.
