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Hello, I'm Eileen Prince! :)
I love writing (surprise, surprise!) and also reading. I suppose I have technically been writing stories since I was eight years old, but I only really got into writing at the age of ten, following an 'inspirational' school trip that set my imagination going properly. I write anythingand everything, including poetry and historical fiction, in varying degrees of quality... and, yeah. I don't really know what else to put. I hope you enjoy my stories!

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    mumbled "Thank you!"

    I recently posted two stories, one a poem and one fiction, and I just wanted to say thak you for all your support - already! It's only been a couple of days, but you've all been really great and I just wanted to say thanks. I've had a busy week and I've really been cheered up! :)
    Once Upon a WinterI may have sold my heart to you But winter love was lost.

    UnforgettableHe was a harsh man; bitterness and years of endless agony had made him that way. Time had slowly pinched the clay into distortion, until the result was...

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    mumbled "Unforgettable - A Christmas story"

    As some of you know, I have decided to write a Christmas story. Here it is!
    UnforgettableHe was a harsh man; bitterness and years of endless agony had made him that way. Time had slowly pinched the clay into distortion, until the result was...

    (Chapters will be long, so they won't always be posted as finished)
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    I'm liking this so far! :)
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    After the Wizarding War, the Golden Trio Decides to go back to Hogwarts to finish their last year at Hogwarts. Once they arrive they realize that there will be a re-sorting to stop house fighting. They...
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    mumbled "An idea for a stories..."

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    So, I was kind of wondering, since it's December and all, whether or not to write a Christmas story. I wrote the beginning of the first draft today and am considering posting the story on Movellas soon. What do you think?

    He was a harsh man; bitterness and years of endless agony had made him that way. Time had slowly pinched the clay into distortion, until the result was no longer recognisable as human and was as cold and frigid as the tendrils of frost that had slowly curled up the inside of the windowpane in the dead of night, Now the sky was dull, grey from the snow clouds which hung themselves, angry and full, from the sky and the inky darkness caused by the lateness of the hour. He sat hunched over in the lone winged chair by the dismally dying fireplace, face shadowed and obscured. There were no Christmas decorations in the room, nor even any sign that December was well under way except the lone piece of frayed, faded parchment nailed - as though by a careless, clumsy hand - to the wall, upon which flashed the inked words ‘25th December, 1837’, a date some ten years previously. A long tear split the paper in half, badly mended with what looked like a rusty hatpin. A clock ticked faintly on the mantelpiece, but other than that, and the odd splutter of the perishing embers, there was only silence. A sort of sense of deep privacy clutched at the air, rippling with a definite awkwardness which was impossible to place, the sort of atmosphere in which, should a second person have been in the room with the gentleman, there would have been the horrible feeling of intrusion. But the man was alone, utterly alone.
    Midnight Rogue
    5 days ago
    I would love to review it for Christmas!
    Eileen Prince
    5 days ago
    @[Midnight Rogue] If you wanted to, you can. :)
    Midnight Rogue
    4 days ago
    I'll see, I love your work, so I would be very happy to :)
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