[** ATTENTION ALL READERS (ALL 7 OF YOU) DUE TO OVERHEATING OF THE BRAIN IN MY SENIOR YEAR, BEING IN A MUSICAL, AND WORKING A NEW JOB AND GOING TO COLLEGE, THE PART OF MY BRAIN THAT IS CREATIVE HAS GENERALLY SHUT DOWN UNTIL IT FEELS THAT IS HAS THE TIME TO EXPRESS ITSELF THE WAY IT WANTS TO. TERRIBLY SORRY FOR THIS SET-BACK! KEEP THIS PAGE MARKED AS A FAVORITE SO THAT WHEN IT IS UPDATED YOU'LL KNOW!!! I LOVE YOU ALL!]

One day, you decide to take a walk in the forest behind your home. As you walk along through the peaceful trees, you see a path that you’ve never noticed before. You decide to explore it, seeing as how you don’t have anything better to do that day. After you’ve walked about 30 minutes or so, you reach a small run-down, age-worn shack. Thick black smoke curled from the chimney like a long snake chasing after its prey.
This, you thought, was odd because all of this land was supposed to be your property…private property. You decide to knock on the door and confront the owner of the shack. You expect an old hag with ratty brown clothes torn to shreds from years of damage and poverty, wild eyes and hair and dirty wrinkled skin. You finally reach the door and when you knock, it swings open. Instead of your hag, a young woman (about, late teens or early twenties) answers the door. You are confused into silence; your jaw hangs uselessly from your face.
“Can I help you?” This from the impeccably dressed young woman at the front door. She is strawberry blonde, with dark blue green eyes and a tanned skin tone.
“What are you doing on my property?” you ask bluntly when you finally find your words again, disappointed about not getting your hag. The young woman laughed and asked you inside for an explanation.

   When you are inside you see two computer screens glowing at each other from opposite sides of a chair, like they were saying hello or in contest with each other. The young woman asks you to sit and read what she has written while she prepares some tea. You do and you try to decide which to read first. The computer with Wanderings taped to the top of the screen, so as to know which it is, or the mysterious computer screen with no title printout. The Untitled first person. You think of which to read first. Well, where to?



Wanderings- A novella in progress
          -Wanderings
          -Wanderings 2
          -Wanderings 3
          -Wanderings 4         
          -Wanderings 5

NEED HELP UNDERSTANDING MY LANGUAGE? Index to Wanderings's language IS THE FAE TO ENGLISH TRANSLATION

The New Baby of my writing family is the beginning of a first person story [PLEASE SOMEONE HELP WITH A TITLE...I SHOULD HOLD A CONTEST...IF YOU COME UP WITH A TITLE I LIKE, I'LL USE YOUR NAME AS A CHARACTER IN THE BOOK. LOL. I'M SERIOUS FOLKS. START SENDING IN THOSE E-MAILS!!]

          -Untitled first person
          -Untitled first person 2

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