My Dream and The Scroll.

Dear Blogworld,

My dream is to write. I have ideas just billowing around in my head, waiting to float out my ears, or my eyeballs, or my mouth. So...I'm going to post them--at least some of them--on here. If you've seen my Heart's Magic blog (which you probably haven't--that's okay, I don't write much there), then you know I want to write and that I named that blog after a story idea I had.

Here, I'm going to do less talking and more writing--and I'm talking plots and characters and all that fun stuff. And I'm going to do it now.

Sincerely,

Elisa

P.S. If anybody knows how to copy and paste from a Microsoft Word document to a blog, please tell me in the comments. Because if not, I may hate myself for having to double-type everything.

The following is the opening scene (which I wrote about twenty minutes ago) from a book which hopefully will one day actually take form. This story is titled "The Scroll."

Enjoy!

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A storm raged through the night, bringing with it one wandering soul. He stumbled upon the drenched beach, the surf of the waves still tugging at his ankles, eager to reclaim him in their watery depths. He kicked at the water, falling to his knees. Then, with a cry, he wrenched himself to his feet. He staggered up the beach until he reached the sandy cliffs of the dunes. There, he would be safe from the tide.

The young man, no more than a boy, fell on the rain-drenched sand. He curled up in a ball and fell asleep. Even in sleep, he did not loosen his grip on the slender tube in his hands. He had to keep it safe.

When the sun meets the sea, the path can be crossed. On our side that day, there was no sun.

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