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As I've indicated before, I should have my first book under this pen name(my real name) coming out in April, I'm going to need some feedback, though, so drop me a line if you're interested in helping out with that or exchanging beta reads.
This isn't a complete scene. I kind of like how it turned out but I'm going to abandon this project for right now; so, I thought I'd put it here for anyone that wanted to read it. This is a first draft FYI.
The drab, brown tent stood out at the carnival. It was in stark contrast to the brightly colored, flashing, and noisy carnival which surrounded it. But Alissa’s eyes were drawn to the wooden shingle hanging from the post out front of it.
It read as follows:
Fortunes told, deceased loves contacted, and magic performed for a fee
Mystical Magical Merina
And then in the largest letters, “CURSES!”
The courtroom events of the last week had drained Alissa and she didn't fully think through what she did next.
She pulled back the flap of the tent and ducked her head as she stepped through. She pressed her other hand around her recently stomach, cradling her recently emerged baby bump.
Alissa’s nose was filled with a pleasant aroma: there were hints of dark wood, cinnamon, a…
You don't know about me, without you have read a book by the name of "The Adventures of Tom Sawyer," but that ain't no matter. That book was made by Mr. Mark Twain, and he told the truth, mainly. There was things which he stretched, but mainly he told the truth. That is nothing. I never seen anybody but lied, one time or another, without it was Aunt Polly, or the widow, or maybe Mary. Aunt Polly--Tom's Aunt Polly, she is--and Mary, and the Widow Douglas, is all told about in that book--which is mostly a true book; with some stretchers, as I said before.