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Complete, First published Oct 07, 2022
This was my English assignment, where I had to roll a die that gives me random settings, times, characters, and concepts to write a story, depending on the number I rolled. I also had to incorporate the five senses, so the reader would know what the character sees, hears, smells, touches, or tastes. So, I had the character as a ghost, in the setting of the dark woods, with the time being at sunset, trying to rescue someone! This may have been fueled by Phantom of the Opera energy. Just saying. I have also edited out or added in some text, because I was looking at the original draft I had, and I wasn't quite satisfied with it yet. Of course, there was a deadline for the assignment and I had to submit my writing as it was at the time. Trust me, you do not want to see the one I submitted, as it was a bit non-descriptive and shallow, in terms of writing. So this will be the solid, thought about, descriptive writing version that you will read! Anyways, I hope you enjoy reading this!
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