Okay, earlier on I was experiencing a few technical difficulties so I deleted my previous post. But since I know everybody just loves reading my work (yes, that was said with as much sarcasm as I could manage) here's a bit more of my writing...enjoy. I'm really hoping this works..
Peter breathed heavily as he scrambled
to the King’s Throne Room. The Wizard’s robes that he wore made it hard to
walk, much less run. He had already fallen thrice on the dressing gown and he
wasn’t sure his pride could take a forth plunge.
The
guards stationed outside His Majesty’s court snickered as the Wizard stumbled
onto the doorstep, book in hand, a crooked, liver-spotted finger marking the
yellow page. He was coughing something through a thick white beard, matted and
tangled with blood, dirt and small twigs.
“I’m
sorry sir,” the postman on the left smirked, “Could you repeat that?”
The
old Wizard started wheezing hysterically but tried to speak again, “Urgent
news…for His Majesty…no time to waste.”
-Lissa