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My parent's were never the type to be afraid. They would face a charging bull and laugh. My parents were tall, fair-skinned to olive toned, and had gorgeous frightful eyes.

4 sentences starting paragraph. Tell me what I need to fix on it or if I need to add -.-

Running. That's how it started. That's how it always starts in my memory. Trees flying by, my parents dragging me along, looking afraid of something, but what?

First three sentences. If these hook you or interest you enough, I'll continue.

The sky was a dazzling blue with no cloud in sight. It was a beautiful day....or so you would think. What happened that day, on that nice sunny day, would be forever imprinted in the soul of a little mind.

Well here's to another blog

I hope to continue a story titled Gully. This story I had started, but never finished, so now I will be posting it on here so its not forgotten.