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Monday's Nano Dare!

Dare:Write my next Chapter in a different Genre. Try your hand at Comedy, Fantasy, Or Sci-Fi.

I'm not sure if this is a different style or genre but I thought it might of worked for what I wanted to accomplish. Here it is.

Willow twirled in the mirror. Watching her emerald dress swish about her petite frame. The mirror showed the body of a girl who was unusual for her time. She ran a finger through one of her tight knit curls, admiring her fox tail colored hair. The blues of her irises pierced the reflection of the one in the mirror.

"Miss. Crosswick, if you don't stop studying yourself in front of that mirror, you may loose yourself to it's inner demons." snapped the morning professor.

The woman turned from Will to take a seat by the window. She pulled out some paper and a quill and placed them on the side table next to her.

"Yes Professor, we wouldn't want that." Willow stood up straight, taking the seat opposite the woman.

The woman smiled and started the days lecture. After about a fortnight( or what it felt like to the girl sitting in the other chair) of listening to this dull woman squawk about literature. When she was due to be someplace else.

"I'm so sorry to disrupt this important lecture, Ma'am. But I must retire to what the rest of the day holds in store for me." Willow said without a care in the world.

The woman nodded and waved her hand in the generic I dismiss you gesture. Will smiled warmly at her and made her way to the large wooden door. She slipped through a small crack and walked hurriedly down the hallway. Willow wrapped her arms around herself, trying to protect herself from the odd creepy feeling that was crawling up her spine. She stopped in front of the grand staircase, staring down at the large foyer that met it at it's mouth.

Willow made her way down the stairs, bunching her skirts to allow her feet more room to move. She moved swiftly down the stairs coming to a dead stop at the bottom. She studied the foyer once more, admiring the room for it's vastness in size and then slipped out the front door into the welcoming day.

I thought this might be a different genre. So I hope you all enjoyed it. I know I got some crazy inspiration last night and I couldn't let it go to waste.

Love Britt


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