Post by Beepaw on Dec 27, 2011 9:12:58 GMT -6
Fabled Stories
A girl sat in the corner of the room with her eyes shut tightly. She was afraid, afraid of being found. She heard the barks of police coming near. She dug her fingernails into the the soft oak wood ground. "Opal! Come out! I know your hear!" A gruff voice called to her. She had a struggle to keep her-self from running out into the safety of an officer, but she knew that know man or woman was safe for her. They were overwhelmed with greed at her sight. Fine, short, blond hair. A dress of flower patterns and a stone her neck. A cursed opal stone. She knew she could take the necklace with the stone off, but yet it seemed wrong. It was a family keep sake. She was cursed.
