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“So, what’ll it be, Aaron? We’ve got some new weapons in stock. Just got a supply of sticks and string to make bows”, said Bligh, the weapons-smith.
    “How about swords? Any new swords made?” I said.
    “Ah, yes,” he said in a low, gruff voice. I’ve made a sword of pure, hard steel. It’s forty-five dollars, if you’re interested.”
    I’d been saving up for a good, sturdy sword like this one, so I said “yes” and handed him the amount that I owed. “Thanks a lot, Bligh; I wanted that sword as soon as you showed it to me.”
    “Pleasure doing business with ‘ya” he said as I sheathed the sword, and took out the wooden door for my feet to hit the gray cobblestone.

That's really good. Really good. Very professional.

I'm not sure if I can post the chapters in Gamer's Delight, though, because I'm not sure if it fits the theme of the paper.

But, I'm really interested in this book, and would like to work with you on it. 
Maybe I can help you write it, and post the chapters in a project?

tis was a school project. m keoard is having issues a school

Chapter 1: The Ancient Relic


The sword is enchanted, so when you say fire, the blade will light on fire, and will slice through most everything. I had to pack the only weapon available, the White Sword. as there is nothing special about this blade, it is extremely sharp, and will do enough damage to kill the zombie lord, Othoruck. To enter his doomed castle, I had to defeat the guards outside the stone walls, take the keys to open the gates, and enter then. The guards blocking my way weren't my only foe, though; two mutant, giant, venus flytraps were grown outside the castle doors, so I had to wait for them to perk upright to finally slice the stalk in two. While the heads fell into a torch nearby, I had made a great discovery: the bodies were highly flammable. I quickly gathered up the stalks, and headed on inside the castle: but the castle was dark.
There were moaning sounds. There were footsteps being heard. I quickly lit a stalk and looked around. ZOMBIES! I quickly drew my sword, and grabbing it at the hilt, decapitated the zombies in the blur of a swinging sword. I had defeated over a dozen in that short amount of time. In the light of a burning stalk, I found my way to the great doors that barricaded him in, and kept me out. Then it occurred to me: I had one stalk left. The doors were made of wood. I had but one choice: to burn down the door, and unleash the evil within. Whoooooooshhhh, the door turned into ashes; and nothing was there. I looked around, but still, there was nothing.
There were vines.
Thick, dank, green vines.
And a man.
He had hanged himself in the vines, or so it seemed. No, that couldn't be Othoruck. He didn't have the features.
Out of the darkness, he stepped foreword. The real deal. "I've been expecting you", he said.
So I said back,” Yes, you have. Prepare to meet your destiny!"
The sound of clashing swords echoed in the depths of the castle's chamber. Turn around, strike, stab, block. The thoughts had barely crossed my mind when he yelled "FIRE!", and the blade had lit on fire, just as the legends had said. With the blazing blade no match for my own, the White Sword was severed into two. With every panicked beat of my heart, he took another step closer. And closer. And Closer.
He lifted the sword of Feira, shouted, and... Fell to the tiled floor in a pool of dark black blood. In his shadow stood not an angel, but my companion, Matt. He'd known about my quest, and knew I couldn't do it alone. He picked me off of the ground, handed me the ancient sword of Feira, and said nothing. He just simply walked out. Holding the sword of the past, I headed home with the thoughts of what would’ve happened if Matt wouldn’t have found me.

Yes. I'd thought that my friend made it up, but he didn't, so I named it AQ to prevent possible future copyright-publishing issues.