A PICTURE PAINTS A THOUSAND WORDS
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Contest - A Picture Paints A Thousand WordsA Picture Paints A Thousand Words
Request - What Are Little Girl's Made OfWhat Are Little Girl's Made Of?
By John Paul Dodds
Oh God! I was going to be late for class. Again. Third time this week. That evil little troll, Professor Mandrake, would have my hide if I was late again. I'd be up in front of the dean without a doubt. I mean he wasn't really a troll, he was human like most of the professors. But all the students thought of him that way.
I pelted across the university grounds, my long hair flying out behind me and only my hand keeping my trademark red, winged cap from flying off into the wide blue yonder. I screeched round a sharp corner, barely keeping my feet and spotted Nansu, Carme and Kai waiting for me on the university steps. I looked across a second. Only a second, I swear. To wave at them. And went down in a sudden tumble of flailing limbs as I crashed into something or someone.
I hit the ground with a thump that knocked the air out of me, sort of turned it into a graceless roll and grabbed at my satchel which had gone flying. I
Literature Request - A Prince Among MenA Prince Among Men
by John Paul Dodds
“Cor. 'Ark at 'er. She's like a bloody house-end. Ere, luv. Oo ate all the pies”. I span round angrily at the boys' taunts. But they weren't aimed at me. A young girl sat in the street, head down and her hands clasped over her ears. She was larger than I had ever been at that age, but that was neither here nor there. Setting my shoulders I started to stride angrily over and give the young boys a piece of my mind.
But someone else got there first. The carriage pulled up short, horses chomping at the bit, in front of the shocked boys. The royal crest in full view. The prince, a handsome, dark haired young man leaned out and started to tell the boys off, before sending them packing with a royal clip around the ear.
He looked up and our eyes met. We just stared at each other for a moment. Then, beginning to blush and no longer able to meet my eyes, Prince Edwin ducked back into the carriage, which drove off. And well that he
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