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Chapter 2: Anne stood with her head pressed against the window as she looked at the city beneath her feet. The people who lined the sidewalk looked as if they were bustling about aimlessly. Anne watched in search of something, but she didn't know what that something was. She turned over the idea that every person below had individual lives, thoughts and stories, and what she was seeing was just a small clipping of these people's lives. Anne's eyes drifted from person to person, many of whom she had seen before going about their routines on a daily basis. Her eyes lingered over a man in a suit holding a briefcase; she had seen him before,

Just another of my many poems; please read and enjoy. The Girl of my Dreams I saw her in my dreams last night. Her hair was dark and her eyes were bright. Her hair was like feathers; airy and free as she danced in the waters of the deep blue sea. She carried a flower in one slender hand and she wore a necklace of shells she found in the sand. Her dress was coloured like a new-rainbow-blue it stuck to her body, but draped off of it too. Her dance was effortless and flawless too. The way that she flowed, the way that she moved. Her skin was so pale it was a pearly white and her smile, so radiant, it could light up the night. She d

This is the first chapter of the book I have started and have yet to name:                                                           Chapter 1                                                          The Beginning The computer chair squeaked as Anne dropped herself into its black leather cushion and pulled herself up to the desk where the blank document on her computer screen tormented her. Where to begin? She thought to herself, the beginning is always the hardest…for anything really. She stretched out her fingers and placed them on the keys and began to type: Chapter 1 The desert sun was hot as it beat down "No, no that w