My story is entitled Robert Jackson the young writer and an Actor is known as an extrovert by everyo
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My story is entitled Robert Jackson the young writer and an Actor is known as an extrovert by everyone but in reality he is an introvert.
My story is entitled Robert Jackson the young writer and an Actor is known as an extrovert by everyone but in reality he is an introvert.An Introvert is a personality type characterized by traits such as reserve, passivity, thoughtfulness and a preference to keep emotional states private. Introverts most comfortably interact in small groups with one-on-one relationships and are always energized by spending time alone. Other people observe Robert Jackson as an extrovert because he has a personality type that can be characterized by traits such as sociability, assertiveness, and cheerfulness. Ag...
The End of a Journey
The gravel beneath my feet crunched under the pressure of my body. Step after step I wandered cautiously, searching and scanning everwww.onedoor.ccy corner of the world. I wouldn’t give up, not now. Not after we had come so far. It was the end of all our adventures, the final journey to find the entrance to the place that would answer all our questions. There was no way I could leave after everything we’d been through. I could sense the entrance was nearby but the world was shy and suspicious of those who came looking and was determined to keep it well hidden. Only those with the perseverance and patience o...
Yessira
Serena loved the river. Serena was raised on the river. During the day, the Yessira river was a symbol of vitality in the Yushul valley. At night, however, it became much more menacing. Serena set down the oars to her rowboat and laid down, staring up into the purple sky of Yaboo. The three suns of Yaboo shone down through the vaporous atmosphere and gently touched the rippling river. The Yessira river was massive, almost half a mile wide in some spots and a quarter of a mile wide in the skinniest part. It stretched across almost half of Yaboo. When Serena rowed into the middle of the river it...
Gene's Reflection
“I thought vampires didn’t have reflections?” Taiga asked, looking at his immortal companion in the mirror. She looked good. Her leaf green skin oddly suited her. She wore a dark green cloak that hung on a golden clasp from her shoulders. Her reddish-orange hair hung down the back of the cloak that kept the rain off her.They were sheltering in an abandoned house on the long walk up the cliffs to the chapel on the clifftop. The Chapel on the Rocks was supposed to be a hell of a sight. From what they’d seen so far it was more a hellish trek to get there. The crumbling house they were sheltering ...