

Chapter 1 of StoryPart IChapter 1 of Story
Vik ran. Then he stumbled and fell, hard, grazing his knees on the rocky forest floor. He kept lying still for a while, gulping large amounts of air, his heart hammering in his chest.
A twig snapped.
Vik's head jerked up, and he looked around in panic, but he could barely see. The ancient trees grew thickly, and, even though the sun had not yet set, it was already near dark underneath the canopy, the enormous branches blocking out almost all light. Vik scrambled hastily to his feet, ignoring the pain in his legs, and ran on. He did not know in which direction he was heading, but he did know that it was the wr
my name is Carlos B. and I wanted to invite you to an illustration contest I'm holding in my blog at [link]
I saw your entry in "Imaginism's 3rd Fan Art contest!", so I was wondering if you would like to participate in my contest.
The contest is very similar. If you are interested please visit this link for more info and details:
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Thank you, and congratulations with your entry at the "Imaginism's 3rd Fan Art contest!"
Carlos B
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thanks for your message
I understand, studies come first, so no worries.
Good luck and best wishes,
Carlos
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"it's easier to pull the trigger than to play guitar, easier to destroy than to create." (c) Desperado
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