I'm typing a book and would like you guys to see how I'm doing. Here's the Prologue:
A small, dark den lay still under the odd, twisting, twining roots of a gnarled oak tree. The oak tree was massive, and towered over all other trees that surrounded it in the murky forest. It was early Spring, and life had just begun to flourish throughout the haunted-looking forest.
Birds have arrived from migration, soaring proudly within the thickening canopy of the maples and pines. Painted Lady butterflies fluttered gracefully through the comfortable air, searching for the first few blossomed flowers of Spring. Squirrels chittered amongst one-another,