By Aimee -

The world was always a different place on days like this. Heavy clouds lay oppressively low in the sky, brooding and gloomy. The world always seemed so much smaller, more closed in, on days like this. Days when the clouds seemed to hang just above the earth; days when it seemed as though the sky could not decide whether it was angry, or depressed. Occasionally the skies would break open into sporadic tears. Mostly, the clouds just brooded, swirling ominously overhead, not giving a care to the world below.

The world is always a different place on days like that.

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I've taken a break from writing my mystery. It's pretty much finished, but there are a few historical changes that need to be made. My information was incorrect, so I need to change some of the dates.

Either way, the above is just a little something I wrote a minute ago. I'll probably be posting things like this every so often. I hope you enjoy them, and please feel free to leave comments.

- Aimee