"Everyone is necessarily the hero of his owen life story."
~John Barth~
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It was dark outside. The wind blew and somewhere on a tree an owl was hooting. It was cold. There was a small cottage at the edge of the forest. A little girl was crying and light turned on in one of the rooms.
In the house a woman went to the crib.
"Hey sweatheart. What's wrong?" She whispered. "Everything is okay. Dad will be home soon." she murmured and started to hum a lullaby.
The baby soon fall back asleep. The house became silent. And that night a long journey had begun.
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Roses and Thorns
FantasyIvelle Preston had a perfectly normal life. She grew up in small English town, and she always wished she had a more adventurous life. Her wish came true when she moved to London. Her life changed in a few month. Someone killed her mother, but the po...
