A Classic Argument With Oneself…

Earlier this evening I had one of those classic arguments with myself in which a few lucky folk in the Holy World’s Chat Room observed.

AzlynRose – *Wants to write more, but should wait*

AzlynRose – *Fingers itch to write more*

AzlynRose – No, No! I should wait! *Writer Az and practical Az argue*

AzlynRose – AHHHH! I want to write moreeeee!

AzlynRose – I should wait until it’s developed more. And finish my other story first.

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Prologue to True Freedom

Well, this blog has been a little inactive due to NaNo. But I suppose that’s a good thing, since it means I’ve been writing! ūüėÄ And I’m at 42020 words. Which is pretty good, and I’ve decided to post the entire prologue to my NaNo story. Keep in mind it’s a rough first draft, typos may¬†occur.

                                                                                                                             True Freedom  
                                                                                                                             By  Azlyn Rose        
Grace watched, riveted, at Pa screaming in pain as the overseer brought the whip down over and over on his exposed back. Her babyish, deep brown eyes filled with tears and spilled down her cheeks, and she too felt like screaming along with him, feeling the pain that was shown clearly in his eyes. Grace opened her small mouth, but no words came out. Had someone of her young age ever felt such pain? She should do something, get someone to help, fetch Ma, Abby, anyone. But already a circle of people stood around the whipping post, watching silently. There was nothing anyone could do when Overseer Boris punished someone. Instead, Grace could only watch, unable to turn away from the horror scene which took place before her. Blood splattered the ground nearby. It was as if her tear filled eyes could not move away from what she saw.

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