Different

°~•Chapter 1•~°

out in the middle of no where, there was a village that was almost always foggy, and almost always extremely humid. The wind brought many many storms and there were not many buildings. The village was more of a tiny wild west town. Some say it was cursed by the devil himself. In the small town there were 15 buildings. There were three shops. One was a to story shop. The first floor was a beautifully designed wooden room. The doors were a beautiful dark wood, probably spruce, and they had a silver doornob. The front of the room had large, well cleaned windows. That floor of the shop sold food, spices, and other goods, but the second floor... The second floor was managed by the same person. There they sold sweets. The bad thing about the brightly colored building was the fact that it was run by an awful and cruel woman named Mrs. Finches. Mrs. Finches was a sour old crone with silver hair and peircing orange eyes. Some call her the devil's wife. I could see that for sure. The other shop was another two story building. It was made of brick and inside the shop worked a sweet old man who, in his childhood, always wanted to be a big city cobbler. He also worked on the second floor. That one was a furniture store. His friend, Margret worked across the street in a wooden building, selling clothing and baked goods. There were 9 houses. All were fairly beautifully with a green-brown lawn. They were all the same, except the 5 two story houses. Other than that all the houses were the same. There was a trainstation and a hotel. There was also a small school building and a pet store.