Old fiction writing
Mar. 10th, 2019 02:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
megatronixI am going through some old things, sorting papers. So much paper!! Omg. I found a file with a bunch of stuff from late middle school, and early high school. Here's one piece of fiction writing I did. I must not have liked it too much, as there were large lines scrawled lightly through it, as I used to do when I just dismissed something. But I liked it enough to keep? So anywho, here it is, transcribed exactly as I wrote it on the page back in... 1992 or around then... ~~ (funny that it's an entire hand written page on school paper, and it's super short typed out!)
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This, the city of Iresdale, was a very lonely place. Beautiful though it may be, Charlotte Banks craved something more than tall trees, green grass, green hills, green plains, small cottages, big open sky, an abundance of land, and an extraordinary shortage of people. And the entire time she had lived there (over half her life) she had yet to meet someone she truly liked.
Orphaned at age eight, Charlotte had been very depressed. Her loving foster parents adopted her and took her to live in a beautiful house. But they put her back in the orphanage after she set their curtains on fire. Only one room was lost. She was visited by more people over the next four years of her life, but none that adopted her. She refused love or attention and kept very much to herself. After a while, she just stopped talking. No one wanted a little girl who wouldn't talk, and the older she got, the less she was wanted. At age 12, Charlotte was sent to a boarding school.
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This, the city of Iresdale, was a very lonely place. Beautiful though it may be, Charlotte Banks craved something more than tall trees, green grass, green hills, green plains, small cottages, big open sky, an abundance of land, and an extraordinary shortage of people. And the entire time she had lived there (over half her life) she had yet to meet someone she truly liked.
Orphaned at age eight, Charlotte had been very depressed. Her loving foster parents adopted her and took her to live in a beautiful house. But they put her back in the orphanage after she set their curtains on fire. Only one room was lost. She was visited by more people over the next four years of her life, but none that adopted her. She refused love or attention and kept very much to herself. After a while, she just stopped talking. No one wanted a little girl who wouldn't talk, and the older she got, the less she was wanted. At age 12, Charlotte was sent to a boarding school.