As we approach the maze, the risks go through my head. "Well, you could get lost forever, you could starve to death, or thirst. "Oh! You could also die from heat exhaustion, or even hypothermia, due to the frequent change of weather." I look behind me to see Hewitt, slowly backing up. "I cannot risk going in to that maze. I am already stuck here, that maze could make my stay even more unpleasant." Says Hewitt. "I see you're scared of taking chances, I'm not" I say with anger flowing through me.
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My book in progress, The Un"veil"ing
FantasyI'm writing a book for school and have bits and pieces, I've written a summery, and several scenes! I'd love some opinions on this, help, criticism, ideas, anything! Small towns are stereotypically "Boring". Bellebrooke, Maine is quite the contrary...
