Writer

I'm trying to write a few hundred words every night. Here's a bit:


It was a city of trees. Short crabapple trees were in a riot of spring blossom. Tall wych elms brushed against eaves, and alder, birch, spruce, and pine lined the streets or peeked over shops from back alleys. The buildings and houses were browns, grays and greens, blending together like a gardened woodland more than the city it was.


It did not look like the lair of The Monster. The people wore clothes not much different from Cole's, with a bit of embroidery or a colorful scarf. But as they walked into town, eyes would light on the men and flit away. A woman gathered a small girl to her side, half hiding her in her skirts. Running boys backed away and walked quietly down a side path. There were hardly any other grown men, young or old.

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I need about another 1000-1500 on this chapter, and I'll post it.