mysticadventure

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trunk

In the trunk of the car there was nothing but forgotten toys. The girl opened the trunk, trying to look for her old roller skates. They were there, purple and worn out, long ago forgotten. She sighed, she could no longer use them.

clamp

Clamp . Lamp. Lamb. Sheep. Sheesh. Cheese. Read. Clamp. Clamp. Clamp. Clamp. Damp. Damp Clamp. Lamp Lamp.

I stood infront of the fire place, my fingers frozen from the bitter cold of the outside world. I had barely escaped the ghosts that had been chasing me for the past few days. The ghosts of pure darkness. I had been able to finally defeat them and replace my world with light.

Hearts were drawn on her face. The marker color was magenta. Yet, there was no smile upon her face. She only looked at the people passing by no emotions whatsoever. You would see her pass and the one thing you would notice instantly are the two different colored eyes that she has.

left

He had left. He left the day of winter solstice. He left. You know who left? You must have seen him? He is that one boy, the boy with the chestnut brown hair and the wicked smile the one with honest eyes with a hint of amber.

The icicle fell right in front of my cold feet. I was back in the dungeon, but it was different from before. I don't know how long I had been here but I knew a lot of time had already passed since that night when it all started. I looked around and Ivy yelled at me to hurry up and stop wasting time.

In the beginning, I knew nothing. Everything was simple and boring. I knew that nothing would happen unless I did something. I waited anyways. Good thing I did. I stood in the rain for two hours until you showed up. You handed me an old book and with that old book, my story began.

The autumn leaves fell and the autumn girl strolled down the street. Her lips were bright red and her nose rosy pink. Her dark brown hair blowing in the wind. She smiled and watched the orange leaves fall to the ground.

tires

We were sitting on the wet tractor tire by the side of an empty road. You had a small lighter with you. Every now and then you would flick it on. It was foggy. I didn't like the cold. It was biting into my skin but being here with you made everything bearable.

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on this day 15 years ago

Andrea wrote about icicle
“The icicle fell right in front of my cold feet. I was back in the dungeon, but it was different from before. I don't know how long I had been here but I knew a lot of time had already passed since th…”

the words Andrea reaches for

clampcoldlampsittingtractortirerainsmiledautumnfellgirlbrownhairstoodbookdifferent