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|Subject: Awkward Detective Rp (closed to Ripple) Thu May 17, 2012 10:01 pm|| |
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Renee Lauth. 22 years old and already the author of three best-selling novels. Two of which in the highly competitive fantasy genre, the other, action/adventure themed. Known in the tabloids as a prodigy when it comes to writing, she is likened to J.R.R. Tolkien...
Eloise Woodruff sighed as she skipped over the newspaper article. It was always the same whenever there was a column about her books. First there was the briefing. How old she was, her pen name -they never seemed to try finding out her real one- the genres she wrote for. And then there it was again. Yet another comparison to Tolkien. Couldn't these editors get any new ideas?
The rest of the article went on to say about how there was a planned third installment for her fantasy series, making it a trilogy -again, "like Tolkien's Lord of the Rings"-
Ellie neatly folded up the paper and threw it down on the table, running her hand through her pale brown hair before downing the rest of the hot chocolate in her mug and getting to her feet. She grabbed her notepad, keys, bag and coat and headed for her front door.
Now you would expect a writer to be one of those rich folk who have all the money, but Eloise was the complete opposite. She lived in a rather normal looking house with a fair sized garden and two bedrooms, one of which she kept spare and used as a sort of storage room. Looking at the normality of the rest of her life, you wouldn't think her personality would be so...excitable.... eccentric...just plain crazy. Different people had different ways of describing it, but usually she was just downright hyper. How she managed to write bestsellers was a miracle even in her publisher's eyes.
But right now. Life was boring. There was nothing going on. Nothing fun. Nothing exciting. Nothing new. Ellie just wanted to find a way to change that.
Popping back inside her house for just a second, she grabbed her pen off of the small table next to the door.
As long as Im with you, time will never end ...They’ve promised us that dreams come true - but forgot that nightmares are dreams too.The good things don't always soften the bad things, but vice-versa,
the bad things don't necessarily spoil the good things and make them unimportant.
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