KindredFlame
Tainted Lover
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- Jan 27, 2019
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Got this silly idea for a story. Got the beginning and it’s below but not sure what to do with it. Any ideas.
I don’t even have a title.
A beautiful young polish girl wanders away from her convent school. She always felt protected at school though she always thought some of the priest had immoral thoughts about her.
This particular night she had been sent to baby sit the majors children three beautiful young blond children that for some reason had always been feared by the villagers. There wasn’t really any reason for the fear but none of the villagers would babysit so the Major turned to the church for help and Sezka was dispatched.
It was getting dark when she reached the Majors mansion and as she got to the iron gates she felt a chill down her spine as though she had ran an ice cube over her skin. The gates opened and closed with a clang as she passed through them.
Walking up to the house for the first time she saw how the house overgrown the garden was and how unkept the path was but as she gazed upon the 15 century building she forgot all about he surroundings as she was mesmerised by the gothic nature of the structure.
She approached the door and it opened a tall thin man stood there holding the door who looked as if he had not been in the sun in a very long time. She walked in and the temperature dropped and the tiny hairs on her skin stood up on end as the tall man guided her to the library where the major was waiting for her.
I don’t even have a title.
A beautiful young polish girl wanders away from her convent school. She always felt protected at school though she always thought some of the priest had immoral thoughts about her.
This particular night she had been sent to baby sit the majors children three beautiful young blond children that for some reason had always been feared by the villagers. There wasn’t really any reason for the fear but none of the villagers would babysit so the Major turned to the church for help and Sezka was dispatched.
It was getting dark when she reached the Majors mansion and as she got to the iron gates she felt a chill down her spine as though she had ran an ice cube over her skin. The gates opened and closed with a clang as she passed through them.
Walking up to the house for the first time she saw how the house overgrown the garden was and how unkept the path was but as she gazed upon the 15 century building she forgot all about he surroundings as she was mesmerised by the gothic nature of the structure.
She approached the door and it opened a tall thin man stood there holding the door who looked as if he had not been in the sun in a very long time. She walked in and the temperature dropped and the tiny hairs on her skin stood up on end as the tall man guided her to the library where the major was waiting for her.
