Prologue
There is no telling of what I am about to say. What you do know is that I will say something that will have your eyes glued to the pages of this book. The question is: What?
Our story begins at exactly midnight on January 1, 2056. At that time a child is born, a child that will soon see the end of the world as she knows it. The child of whom I speak of is a girl born with dark hypnotizing eyes and even darker, silkier hair. To the world around her she is an outcast, for at that time everyones hair was either brown or blond and their eyes are a strange shade of blue or green. Her name was Morrisa, meaning The Dark One. As time went by she learned that she had gifts that she had to keep to herself. These are her stories.














Devious Comments
Comments
ive posted ch. 2 and startedd on 3
u can tell me ur thoughts on it
i dont mind
i need the critisim so that i might write better in the long run
toddles
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I stand here locked inside my head, remembering everything you said. The silence gets us no where, gets us no where, way to fast.
I've been writing my Dearest Vampire since last summer, I didn't know someone else out there had a Dearest Vampire story too!
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i really like ur story
i cant wait for the next one
why did alice get mained?
oh well, i guess it had to happen, check mine out its pretty good for the first 2 chapters
i think tell me what u think
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I stand here locked inside my head, remembering everything you said. The silence gets us no where, gets us no where, way to fast.
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I stand here locked inside my head, remembering everything you said. The silence gets us no where, gets us no where, way to fast.
i think i'll read the story
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i hope that you can see me ,
not for what i am.
but for what i could be ,
if here you stand.
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Saw this on someone elses sign and loved it, it is not my idea
~upon a midnight rise, i feel like i am alone. with out you here by my side, i am nothing. doomed to this damn place that i am to remain, i wait for the fire to warm my heart... my Pyro~
im going to try to read it this week
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i hope that you can see me ,
not for what i am.
but for what i could be ,
if here you stand.
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