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[vg_ford]

So apparently, this story wants to be written...

starting count: 755
ending count: 1898
change: +1143

starting line:
Her long, slim fingers dug into his skin with insistent terror, startling him.

ending line:
Tom followed a cracked stone path to the former front door and stepped inside, wondering what he would find.

darling:
Emma Beldin held her tea cup as if it were an oracle’s bowl, containing the secrets of the past and the future in its steaming depths. Her long hair escaped in chocolate tendrils from the bun on top of her head to caress the sides of her face, twining around the neck of her creamy sweater and tangling in her pearls. Her dark eyes were soft and harsh in the same instant, a grandmother’s look of serenity and steel.

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So far, I have a mute girl with supernatural healing abilities, an artist who carves into her flesh and a cop who is damned confused.

Oh, and she came from a house that burned down 60 years ago. So very odd...

Comments

[wishwords.livejournal.com]

This sounds so intriguing.

[vg-ford.livejournal.com]

Thanks!