cRitiCaL KitTy
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Hi... I wrote a story, or more like I started writing one, but I'm pretty much stuck plotwise... wonder if any of you would like to help? This is what I wrote so far(I don't think there are any mistakes there, I went over it too many times, but I do appologize if there are): Well, I know my story may sound a whole lot like a fairy-tale(don't worry, I really am aware of that), but it is written of facts and facts alone. that is, in the case that I myself am not demented and living in a world which is shared with no other, of course. It all began one bright and shiny, hopeful looking morning. Or was it afternoon? I'm not quite sure right now, all I know is I woke up and it was all bright-and-hopeful-looking like, so I went to make myself some breakfast, or supper, whatever. In entering the kitchen I found missy, my best friend, I think, or thought, or something, already there. After the usual "Hi!" and "'morning", I asked what Missy was having for breakfast and began wondering why she would have none-breakfast food, like steak and fries, for breakfast on this lovely, hopeful looking morning. It was then that I woke up again, thinking 'oh, now it makes sense.', only to wake up again to a half-faced moon, now pondering about the length of that last dream. It was, without a doubt, the shortest dream I have ever remembered dreaming. After eating my breakfast of an ordinary and dull looking morning, which was not bright and definitely not an afternoon, I started my stroll towards the nearest town, as usual, accompanied by my pet dragon Norry. Norry really is a beautiful dragon, with his gold spotted red scales, wonderful gigantic wings and his finishing touch, those whiskers of his. Oh, I didn't even introduce myself yet! Sorry about that, I'm Narcisa, I'm twelve years old and the whole reason for my writing this is, well, I just wanted something that'll help people remember me after I'm gone. I'm pretty, of course, I have long tresses of pale gold hair and beautiful green eyes. I am short, but that should pass with time. I have these wonderful gowns and pretty little bows and ribbons, but something I don't have is a prince and for that reason exactly another thing which isn't in my possession at the moment is shoes. You see, if I had my fancied pairs of shoes with me on this quest for a prince who will be mine alone, it would make it rather difficult to walk like I do, all day long, from town to town. Of course, I do have a pair of loafers. I mean, I couldn't very well walk all day barefooted, it would make my feet worthy to be called elephant-like, and I can't have that, now could I? Princess' feet should be kept delicate in order to fit in those pretty, pretty shoes I miss so darn much.