"All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost... The old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, a light from the shadows shall spring. Renenwed shall be blade that was broken, the crownless again shall be king." - J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring
Author: Zachery Miller
Publisher: Self Published
Publication Date: 2017
Finished? Yes, onundefined-undefined-2017
First Edition? Yes
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Tonight, little Amy lays in bed, hurt and sad at how unfair life has been toward her. From a dark corner, the darkest place in her dimly lit room, a silhouette watches, listens, and speaks. Fearful and distraught, and nowhere to run, she has no choice but to stay. But who is this thing, this creature, this…it? It asks a question, Amy answers, and with her words many will die tonight.
I started writing when I was old enough to use my parent’s old manual typewriter. Then one day there was a degenerate of an electronic typewriter which pounded out strange symbols that somehow came into my possession…this sounds like the beginning of a horror story…hmm….continued.