Magenta dropped to her knees, her hands covering her face screaming and screaming until the deafening tapping stopped. After what seemed like years the tapping slowly started to fade until it was no more. Magenta took of down the path. She didn't care where she ran she just wanted to get away. Annoyingly, she found herself in front of the same sign again! She sank down into the same wooden bench and closed her eyes, wishing that she could just go home. "So you’re the trouble maker who is being destroying our world" mumbled a soft voice. Magenta looked up to find someone sitting daintily next to her. She was she was the closest thing to a human being, except she was just clothes, there was no body visible
This will only make sence if you read the one I wrote last week.
Magenta dropped to her knees, her hands covering her face screaming and screaming until the deafening tapping stopped. After what seemed like years the tapping slowly started to fade until it was no more. Magenta took of down the path. She didn't care where she ran she just wanted to get away. Annoyingly, she found herself in front of the same sign again! She sank down into the same wooden bench and closed her eyes, wishing that she could just go home. "So you’re the trouble maker who is being destroying our world" mumbled a soft voice. Magenta looked up to find someone sitting daintily next to her. She was she was the closest thing to a human being, except she was just clothes, there was no body visible
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The Invisible Lady
There’s an invisible lady who lives next door. Looking in the mirror everyday wishing she could see her self, not knowing what she looks like, she wouldn’t care if she were ugly. Wishing she had flesh that was seen by all eyes. Everyday she sits in the park reading while people admire her and take photos. When people pass by they gasp in disbelief, thinking what an amazing artwork but gasp even more finding out she is not, in fact some faint. Some think she’s a ghost haunting the town terrorising everyone she passes by. Who knows who or what she really is. |
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