The Writer's Café

I didnt really learn Japaneese in school it was from a clan mate of mine and as for the Slvak well i am part and well learned some spanish in kindergarden
 
lol nice. i'm part Serbian. Na'vi and Quenya I learned out of pure boredom lol (please don't ask me where those languages are from). Spanish I'm learning in school
 
Does this  make anyone wanna read on?

Black rain clouds slowly formed over the village to make one dense cloud. Even with the awful weather the villagers continued the festival of M'Saati. Ribbons and different coloured lamps infested the grimy tiled streets as happy infants skipped up and down. Adults laughed and bumbled, trying to imbracs the festival of M'Saati; trying to ignore the prophecy. Trying to forget the Elders. Trying to escape the clouds. Tables lined all the roads like a network, food littered the wooden slabs. Chicken, beef, pork, geese. This was a treat for the town people, they never got any meat but the Monarch needed some kind of happiness in his kingdom.
 
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An angel walks into the cafe. She steps out of the Shadows, Her red eyes Gleaming. She begins to speak.
"I am Anara" She says, Looking directally at you with her red eyes.
"I am looking for the one called well natrually I have forgotten his name, He is well a mortal. If any of you see him please tell him I was looking for him" She tells you.
 
Tough love Stora. Chapter on a plate. :p


Black rain clouds slowly formed over the village to make one dense cloud. Even with the awful weather the villagers continued the festival of M'Saati. Ribbons and different coloured lamps infested the grimy tiled streets as happy infants skipped up and down. Adults laughed and bumbled, trying to imbracs the festival of M'Saati; trying to ignore the prophecy. Trying to forget the Elders. Trying to escape the clouds. Tables lined all the roads like a network, food littered the wooden slabs. Chicken, beef, pork, geese. This was a treat for the town people, they never got any meat but the Monarch needed some kind of happiness in his Kingdom.

As the clouds started to thin, more children started to run around. A girl tripped on one of the wooden table legs. As the shards of wood flung into her skin, slashing her open, her knee dragged on the jagged rock tiles; blood spraying over then. As the street got painted a deep crimson the girl burst into tears. Her eyes were raw as she violently rubbed the tears away.
 
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