The Writer's Café

Way too close....
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Erm...forgot to past it. Here it is! 



I sat on a tree stump, listening for anything and everything. Crikets chirping, owls hooting, soft wind blowing the leaves of the trees. 

Hours passed by. Then, I heard footsteps. 

I spun around while unsheathing my sword as I looked for the owner of the footsteps. I nearly dropped my sword when I found him.
 
I don't mind short chapters. I always try to end my chapters so that readers want to read more. I think that's all that matters.
 
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