The beginings of stories...

I find these all over the house; the beginings of stories.  Little bits of Olivia's imagination sprawled on pieces of paper.  They lay on her desk, on the counters, in her backpack, on the end tables, in the church bag.  There is always a cast of charcters with little detailed drawings, their ages, and their obvious personalities.
She writes first chapters and second chapters, but rarely goes beyond that before she has already started another story.
This one begins like this:

Mary Courten always felt something would happen when you went into Queen Isabella's castle.  Her elder brother, Eric, claimed he'd seen Queen Isabella talking to a mirror.  Her Mother, Father, and Lily laughed at him, obviously they didn't believe him.  But, Mary had a different matter.  She talked about it, had nightmares about it, and she always thought about it.
I love finding these little treasures.  Sometimes they make my entire day.  Such a creative little mind this sweet girl has.  I'm sure she will finish one some day.