Wednesday, March 2, 2011

First lines...

Michelle was gone for the day seeing to the business of her aging mother thus my studio was quite until the window in my line of sight slid open letting in a cold breeze; the ancient oak floorboards began to creak, and creak they did all the way to the door to my left that began to open, an opening leading to an uncertain future. The forest of trees as seen through the door consisted of massive oak trees along with a path into the dark interior starting at the threshold of the door, which was also made from oak.

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