Ah, the plot starts to thicken here! Soon we will have story soup! I hope you guys are enjoying the reading of this tale as much as I am writing it!<br /><br />Please comment and let me know!<br /><br />Next:<br /><span class="shadow-holder" data-embed-type="deviation" data-embed-id="659748419" data-embed-format="thumb"><span class="shadow mild" ><a href="https://snore23.deviantart.com/art/SHDYCF2-Chapter-19-The-Calm-Before-The-Storm-659748419" data-sigil="thumb" class="thumb lit" onmouseover="if (window.LitBox) LitBox.hover(this, true)" onmouseout="if (window.LitBox) LitBox.out(this)"><i></i><img class="lit" src="https://st.deviantart.net/minish/main/defaulttag2.png"><span class="wrap" style="width: 150px"><q>
        <strong>SHDYCF2 Chapter 19 The Calm Before The Storm</strong>CHAPTER NINETEEN<br />The Calm Before The Storm<br />Sylvie waved good-bye to Alfred as she left the range to walk home. Her lessons hadn't been too bad today, and she left them feeling actually cheerful.<br />It still amazed her how willing many people were to pay for an hour's lesson. She's stopped the ridiculous bidding wars that had sparked her first few lessons, and instead concentrated on a single flat rate of a hundred dollars an hour. She knew that still wasn't very reasonable of her, but she didn't dare lower it further, for fear of being overwhelmed. Already she had a two-month waiting list, and no sign of slowing.<br />The lessons themselves weren't bad at all. She reserved the right to cancel the lesson at any time for any reason, which she made clear in the sign-up sheets, and she wouldn't do repeat lessons until after everyone had cycled through. She felt that only fair, as she worried that some rich kid would try to monopolize her time from everyone else.<br />Occasionally, she would wow the cro</q></span></a></span><!-- ^TTT --><!-- TTT$ --></span><br /><br />Prev:<br /><span class="shadow-holder" data-embed-type="deviation" data-embed-id="655037854" data-embed-format="thumb"><span class="shadow mild" ><a href="https://snore23.deviantart.com/art/SHDYCF2-Chapter-17-A-Picture-Worth-a-Thousand-Word-655037854" data-sigil="thumb" class="thumb lit" onmouseover="if (window.LitBox) LitBox.hover(this, true)" onmouseout="if (window.LitBox) LitBox.out(this)"><i></i><img class="lit" src="https://st.deviantart.net/minish/main/defaulttag2.png"><span class="wrap" style="width: 150px"><q>
        <strong>SHDYCF2 Chapter 17 A Picture Worth a Thousand Word</strong>CHAPTER SEVENTEEN<br />A Picture Worth A Thousand Words<br />The morning of the pumpkin festival dawned cold and blue, without a cloud to be seen. The wind, however, seemed to delight in reminding everyone how it had chased them away, snapping at everyone's heels with bitter cold, so folk dressed in bulky jackets over their costumes for the festival, if they hadn't chosen warm, full-suited costumes in the first place.<br />Sylvie and Taryn had been at the booth for hours already, smiling with family after family as they passed by, strangers for the most part, though Sylvie had already seen her entire swim team show up that morning. It hadn't been too bad, she admitted silently to herself. Certainly no one seemed too fussed that the camera was a modern digital camera, or the costumes that they'd brought for the other people that wanted them to wear were second-hand and cheap compared to theirs, or that the pictures were ten dollars each. &nbsp;They lined up outside their booth so far that it ran nearl</q></span></a></span><!-- ^TTT --><!-- TTT$ --></span>