clockThe clock chimed twelve from over in the corner in the library of Winsfield Manor. Its golden oak wood gleamed from generations of beeswax polishing. The assembled guests listened to its deep mournful tones for a minute then went back to dividing their attention on each other.clock
“Mrs. Peacock, it had to have been you if you can not give us an alibi.” Mr. Green accused her of murdering the butler. The killer was in that very room, all they had to do was figure out which one of them had done it. A light flashed through Mrs. Peacock’s eyes and the fire roared higher from a sudden
birthdayThe balloons were up in the air, slowly floating on a dead breeze. The ribbons and streamers were strung all over the house. Thebirthday
presents were stacked neatly on top of an old oak table; the colors brightly contrasting with the dark wood. Red, blue, green,
orange, yellow and any other color imaginable screamed to be noticed. A piñata stood motionless next to the presents, bright reds
and yellows dancing in the corner of the eye. The people dressed out in their best and crowded around the oak table. A bright red
ball stood still in the middle of the room. The little boy sitting in front of the presents had a bright w
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but hope to if I get enough comments back on what I already have written 
So, I guess what I'm saying is: the more comments I get, the more writing I shall do for you guys!! Got to have that motivation! 
Thanks guys!
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stand tall with confidence, or be crushed under fear and doubt
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stand tall with confidence, or be crushed under fear and doubt
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stand tall with confidence, or be crushed under fear and doubt
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