As gental rain drops came down, I closed my book and put it into my white, newly creased, Tote bag. I could feel the pounding of my heart as we arrived. A feeling of unsurtanty passed through me but was completely washed away as I got my first glance of my soon to be home. The driver stopped the car next to the cream colored sidewalk where prim roses grew in the cracks. He unloaded my things and left before I could say thanks. I turned slowly, taking in every little detail. Across the street was a coffee shop, and next to it was a little publishing place. I continued to turn seeing the aesthetics of my new home. Tall, beautiful trees grew next to all the houses but one, mine. It was bright white, with plants and vines growing on its outer edges. A fountain in my yard and a forest behind.
"Welcome! Yelled a strange man walking over to me."
"I'm Lenered, but my friends call me Len.
He had blue eyes and a charming smile."H-ii h-i hi," I shyly replied."
My face started to turn red as he took a small piece of fluff that was in my hair.
He was cute and charming, but I felt something off about him."You're new, right?"
"Ya, I moved here from- u-mm I- never mind. The house to your right with the fountain is where I'm staying."
"Sweet! I'm staying over on ST. Peach next to town hall."
"What do you do for a living?"
It took me a moment to process, but moments later, I finally responded."I'm a writer."
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After finishing up my conversation with Lennnerd, I journeyed over to my new home. My porch was long and raped around the whole house. I digged through my Tote bag and pulled out the keys. As I opened the tall, white door, I emmeately caught the sent of vinnila and lavendare. It was perfect.
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Odette Winclaw
FantasyA sweet and aesthetic story about a Yong writer, Odette Winclaw, who lices in a small town where she discovers the power of writing.