I haven't updated in a while... so. I guess I just thought that I should :)

First, notices (XD)
> art contest. Anyone interested in joining if I make one?
> story contest. Anyone interested in joining if I make one?
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> any other notices?

Next, the actual chapter! A short story coz why not :)

      She sat cross-legged on the wet grass, gazing over the town. She could she her house, her school, her favourite places. Also, she herself, was not noticed.
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      She had climbed the Orme. Up Happy Valley, through the muddy paths that were covered in golden brown leaves. She had trudged on, up and up, until she had reached the cave.
      It looked as if it was leaning to the right, as if scared of the tall grasses and spiky branches of the left. It held a pile of abandoned bedding at the far end, a red and white symbol painted on the end. Netting hooks were all over the outside of it, now empty and looking useless.
      Ignoring the cave, she walked around it. Occasionally she would glance to the right, into the cave, but she would never go in it. She slipped often but never fell, as she plodded along the well-worn path of mud and leaves.
      She stepped over the fallen tree with her right leg, swinging her left over after. The tree was thin and easy to step over, especially for a tall person like herself. She, once over, spotted the same tents and belongings on her right that had been there every other time she'd made the journey. Almost marking where she was.
      Walking onwards, she passed the water logged tents and the dirty abandoned shoes. A metal fence began to show itself on her left, running along beside her. The path beneath her feet turned right slightly and she followed it willingly. Twigs snapping and leaves crunching under her shoes, she walked along.
      As the path ran into the fence, another cave appeared on her right. It was a lot smaller than the first, but somewhat more inviting. Darker though, perhaps because it's more hidden, perhaps because the light just chooses to ignore it.
      Facing the cave, she started the initial descent. The first small slope into it. She crouched down lower so her hands could catch the uneven rock. Her fluffy winter boots were not made with the right grip for this, but she'd done it so many times it came naturally to her.
      Arriving at the base of the cave, she scrambled left. Her feet found places on and between the stable rocks, ignoring those that chose to move. She knew which ones were which and could find her way across with ease.
      A high up hole in the rock on her left let light into the dark and dirty cave. She walked up to it and placed her left foot carefully on the familiar rock on the floor, below the hole. She used her right hand to grip the metal bar which stuck out of the rock just outside the hole. Her left hand lay helpless against the left wall of the hole. Her right foot found its place among the rocky wall and she pushed herself up.
      Her left foot found ground the other side of the cave and her right foot followed. She didn't need to kneel first, she stood straight away. She dusted the bits of rust off her right hand and looked around.
      The small grassy area was beautiful in its own way. Even though yet another water logged tent lay strewn across the grass, pegs still in place. Even though the remnants of past campfires remained, burned into the ground. She still loved it. She saw the tree directly in front of her, maybe just a few metres away. Marking the edge of the area, before it dipped into a steep drop down, the tree stood upright. It split into four at the base, each trunk growing upward making it seem like a hand, its fingers reaching for the sky. The black metal fence she had walked around now stood, old and weak, behind her.
      She lifted her head. She could see the town of Llandudno perfectly. Even with tree branches curling in front of her, trying to block her view, she couldn't have asked for a better angle to watch the world go by.
      She sat cross-legged on the wet grass, gazing over the town. She could she her house, her school, her favourite places. Also, she herself, was not noticed. It was perfect.