Tuesday, 8 September 2015

Tiny Story

She took in a deep breath and began to compose delightful passages. The chapters she wrote guarded the border that separates reality and the fantasised world from the imagined. Joining the suspicious place her words created, the little girl glanced around the medieval land and nervously walked toward a garden, pacing around several patches of grass, her boots crunching the greens each time she moved. In front of her was a kingdom full of quixotic and capricious communities, looking exhausted from all the cheerful beginnings and miserable endings.

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