I have uploaded the first 1500 words of another story to: http://www.geocities.com/hughkemeny/
The story is called Drya and is
set in a fantasy world. This is one of my favorite parts (as it has barely
changed since I wrote it in a writing class where all the others told me it was
the most memerable part).
She gingerly took the apple out of his
gentle hands, bringing it up to her face and smelling the flesh of the apple.
Looking at it she whispered "such a beautiful perfect seedling. How does
your mother fare?" A tear rolled down her cheek as she spoke. Thoughts of
her mother came to her mind. A fine oak she was.
The apple fell from her hands, hit the table, rolled across it, and landed on the floor with a thud. Her face fell into her hands as tears pouring out of her eyes.
The apple fell from her hands, hit the table, rolled across it, and landed on the floor with a thud. Her face fell into her hands as tears pouring out of her eyes.
If you would like to read the entire 3555 word story, let me know. The payment to read it is to return some editorial comments.
Repost comments (comments from 2012-02-23 on the reposting of this post):
In the 7 years since first posting this, not only has the original blog disappeared (it was on MSN Spaces), but the link to the website above has also disappeared (geocites closed down). As of 2012-02-23 this story has not been reposted to the web, however there is a possibility it will be in the future to the site: http://hughkemeny.ca
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