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I enjoy writing very much. It's my favorite hobby and I hope you all equally enjoy reading my work. I am an aspiring veterinarian and love animals unconditionally. I am also a teenager busy with school! :) everything I post is my original work. Happy reading and thank you all!

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übersetzen   11 Jahre

The Rose Garden Chapter 3: "Hello? Anneliece?" I couldn't answer the voice calling to me. It took a few moments for me to even open my eyes. I was in awe and severe shock. I was lying on the ground in the world of my dreams, the place I'd desired and yearned for for so long. Everything I remembered about it was there; the vibrant grass, the blazing blue sky, and the wonderful smells. It was all so thrilling that I nearly forgot about the voice. It called my name once more. "Yes?" I answered meekly. A figure suddenly materialized next to me. I sat up, intrigued. "Hello." It whispered.

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    übersetzen   11 Jahre

    The Rose Garden Chapter 2: My mug fell from my quivering hands. It hit the floor and shattered, blasting varnished green shards and brown coffee every which way. I spread my feet far apart, trying not to get severely cut in the wake of a natural disaster. I ran to my storm shelter, the one part of my ancient house I was really thankful for. I crawled inside and made camp on a pile of quilts I had placed inside. I could hear trees snapping and roof tiles being pulled right off of my house. How could a storm come on so quickly? It was almost surreal. Then, a crash. The shelter's ceiling was breaking apart. How the hell could it bust so easily? Another crash, and I was buried. Everything hurt. I was dying. I had to be. There was a certain calmness to it, though. A reassurance. Almost nice. I smiled just faintly, and everything went black.

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      übersetzen   11 Jahre

      The Rose Garden Chapter one: It was a slow, drowsy Tuesday morning. The alarm had nearly given me a heart attack, blaring off at 5am. I peeled the hot, sticky sheets off of me, and meandered down the boring, drab, old creaking staircase that was original with the house and somewhere near a hundred years old. The summer heat had been raging on for a solid month now, inching it's way to a smoldering forth of July party I had to put on every year, even though no one ever came. I would send out invitations for my entire family, not really knowing who they were. I just went by the aged and tattered family directory, but I knew these people would have moved to other locations by now. I just tell myself to remain hopeful and send them anyway. I never knew my family, and I've grown to think they never wanted to know me. I am an orphan. I lived in a foster home with six other children around my age, but never had the care and love of a true family. So without fail, every one of my invitations would be returned in the mail, saying "person could not be reached" on the envelopes. After year after year of nothing but this repeated occurrence, I finally realized if I had any family left, they didn't care and wanted nothing to do with me. This is my #life. An unemployed, too-skinny girl who drinks coffee religiously. One thing, and one thing only, keeps my mind erect. Dreams. It seems that every time I fall asleep, I get closer to a magical world. So sweet smelling and fragrant, so vast and so beautiful. So safe and welcoming. I feel compelled to stay here, though I don't know how I can. I reach out and I'm close, so close. I can nearly feel the lush green grass between my fingers, I can taste the crisp air. Closer, closer...touch...touch...an inch more... Then it's over. The alarm sounds it's siren again, and I'm thrown back into reality. Every time. This place is such a mystery. All I want to do is let myself drift away into the night, allowing myself to be taken there, not caring if I ever came back. Thump! The arrival of the morning newspaper shook me from my thoughts. I strolled to the door, coffee periodically sloshing out the sides of the mug I'd just filled with the movement. The news was just like every other day's: Murders, break in's, and stories of a homeless man who bashes out house windows to find a place to sleep inside. I toss the paper in the garbage, right on top of an old banana peeling and some stale bread. If there wasn't anything new or pleasant to report, why waste the paper, ink, and time? The only reason I can come up with for setting my alarm each day is because I can't allow myself to slip away from what would be a normal #life, considering where I stand from that perspective. If anything were to happen in this sleepy town, I wasn't about to miss it by letting myself sleep till noon. Or, if I ever received a job, I needed a routine. Besides, I was an honor student. I graduated college last year. School was all I had to live for, but now, I have virtually nothing. I was so advanced that they let me go to college at age fifteen, and I went into mechanics and engineering. So now, I don't want to throw it all away. I can't afford to. My thoughts are interrupted again, this time by a shout from outside. "Hurricane! Hurricane!" A male voice sounded. I peered out the window. The man was running up the street, struggling due to the building strength of the wind. I live in the type of tiny city where people didn't watch the television news to get information. You had three choices. Read the god-awful repetitive newspaper, acquire the latest scoop yourself by traveling into town, or hear it from a neighbor. The same policy was followed for weather. I barely glanced at the newspaper anymore, my neighbors wouldn't give me the time of day, and I wasn't outside enough to figure much out at all, let alone check the forecast. This wasn't good.

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        übersetzen   11 Jahre

        The Rose Garden Prologue: My name is Annaliece. I am twenty two years old. Have you ever heard the expression "drift off to dreamland?" Well, here's the thing. One morning, I actually did. I don't know how and I don't know why, but I have a feeling that you have to be in need of dire help to travel there...

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          übersetzen   11 Jahre

          The Power To Write The power to write is no power at all, but a strength and a magic awake in us all.

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