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Excerpt: THERE WAS A blinding darkness. Sounds were coming from above and some of it sounded like talking. It wasn't English, whatever it was. Coughing, I slowly sat up. I could feel rough material chafing against my skin. I looked down to see what I was wearing but was rendered sightless to it. Someone had changed me in my sleep. My eyes widened as I started panting frantically. The real terror set in when I realized my wrists were knotted together. I shifted myself around and awkwardly stood up. My feet drag a few inches before I hit my head. "Owe!" Using my clasped hands, I felt for what I had marched into. It didn't take me but a second to gather what it was. Panic starting to overcome me, I opened my mouth to scream, then I heard someone else cough. I knew that cough. "Francis?" I whispered inaudibly. "Francis? Is that you?" I asked louder. Another cough followed. "Yeah, it's me." I touched the bars again. "Where are you?" I heard scrabbling and a few curse words from my left ear. "What the hell is going on? I'm tied up." Trembling, I hunted the black for his face. "Me too. I think I'm in a cage. What happened? How did we get here?" Footsteps as light as a feather were coming our way, and I caught it. I blurted, "What was that?" "I don't know," admitted Francis. "I heard footsteps." My words were almost inaudible. There was also breathing. It was getting louder and sounded thick, but it wasn't coming from where I would expect it. It was coming from the floor. Francis yelled out, "Who's out there? What do you want with us? Show us your face, you coward." "Delighted to." A jolt ran down my spine at the unfamiliar voice. A match struck and the fresh light gave the creature a face. A gasp escaped me before the light flickered out. Catching my breath, I screamed as loud as I could.

Love is eternal, love is forever. But love is torn away when Claire’s boyfriend is pulled from his duties at home to his duties for his country overseas. She writes him as often as she can, an expectant mother expecting a boyfriend to be home. Gabe’s family comforts her but the only time she very well speaks her minds is in letters. Letters to him. Even though she knows his duties prolong him from answering, she hopes that they reach him. Excerpt Otherwise everything is just the same. I saw a special bird on TV; some kind of parrot. They told about it for about 30 minutes before the show ended, and I didn’t listen to a word of it. I actually pressed the ‘mute’ button on the remote and just watched the pictures. I’ve always hated he voices from TV, but the photographers are cool. You’re probably laughing right now; you’ve always teased me with that. I mute the TV to admire the photographers, and so what? You do weird things too! Like you stir your milk before you drink it every morning even though it has absolutely no purpose. I bet you don’t do that where you are now, but I do it. I figured someone back home had to keep your strange habits now that you can’t do it.

Gray Rocks was a serene place, and it used to be a place for only bliss and quiet. A place of love and friendship. The wind there told tales of a thousand people. It's quiet now and it only remembers one tale that turned its Gray a deep Red. This is the tale of a beautiful love, a twisted soul, and a painful demise. This is the tale of Red Rocks. ------- Updates frequently!! :D (2019 update: so that was clearly wrong, sorry)