a faint hue of frost in midnights breeze. Ridge lines of forest backlit in rising moons light. The wagon i am on is in a rush through the night here. Buckled stallions ten plus in a stampede forward with tail ends of rope thrashing in space here. My phone is allowing for notes in paths pace now. The horses are no normal stallions. We are in the air and have a bell jingling below as there is actually fire dripping out of my mouth into the phone now.
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writing the story for a comic book or any story is not easy.
The beginning example 0000000001
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“Hallllllo with a not an ello as you would say on your land of space”
“Huh…..”
“i sod, haillo “
“o.”
“Yeah”
“I’m new here”
“Where here!?”
“Here”
“You mean here”
“i do”
“”
“where is the water?”
“over there”
as i slowly follow the orc into the forest.
My relaxed fit of a suit has given way to easy strides of darkness. This forest is wretched with widows.
“Are we near” i say as the orc replies
“Yes over there. Here look!”
A gaseous water in a well near ten yards pace to grasp in mind.
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