The Village of Latterdail
Hear yee hear yee, for a glance is all you need give. This is a tale of the town of Latterdail, where I doth live. To come closer is no imposition, a delight at best. While the story takes its roots, you shall feel fluttering in yee chest. On the day of St. Vuttenstn the whole town gathers to mourn and celebrate his life, when in fact it was not at all, of any strife. This St. Vuttenstn is I and I am he, this is a story all about me. We will begin with the giant that held me prisoner, inside the smallest of houses, where not even a mouse could hear my conducive whisper. I yelled and yelled while shackled about, but the giant at the front door wouldn’t let me out.
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Nikolova
9/21/2018 10:18:11 am
You have a great command of setting up a specific tone and voice to your writing--impressive!
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