It was another normal day, I suppose. The house we lived in was yellow with a red roof, trees surrounded the house, and our small island was within a raindrop. It was normal to us. Thunder cracked and soon we were falling from the sky in a single raindrop. "Well, this is it." That was the only thing I thought before our used-to-be island slammed into the ground, making everything quiet. I took one last breath before excepting my fate.
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6 comments:
Your passage is intriguing. I enjoyed your use of words and fantasy. It leaves room for the imagination.
I love how your story brings back memories.
I like the way it starts. This story made me think of The Grinch and how everyone lived in a snowflake. Love the story :)
I really like how vague this is and how dark it is! This would be such a cool story.
Did anyone click on the link? Try it! You might recognize it! :)
I did. What does that photo mean? I am very interested in it.
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