Gasping onto the stiffened neck of the pink flamingo, sweat beats rolling from my forehead forming lakes around me, I positioned myself ready to hit the ball.
My life depended on this one shot. This one hit. My fate was in the hands of a game of croquet.
Using as much force as I could conjure up within my weak and frightened body I hit the porcupine ball swiftly closing my eyes in terror as I spun around in circles.
My world suddenly came a blur in a moment of whimsical madness... Memories, thoughts and sounds rushed through my mind in a whirlwind.
Flustered and nervous I slowly began to open my eyes and regain my vision.
A sudden boom of malicious laughter pierced throughout the uneasy silence. Turning around to catch a glimpse of the ball I was met with malevolent stares. This could only mean one thing...
I had lost.
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Murder in Wonderland. - On hold.
FantasyAurora is determined to find out the truth behind her sisters disappearance but what she doesn't know is that; once you enter Wonderland, you can't escape. It's a prison for the weird and wonderful.
