It felt like the page was grabbing me into it ,I felt my soul crambing and losing its vapour...
It was giving me a headache.....
..
It felt like an icy fingers grasped my soul in the reallll deep dark
"Ahhh. Noo I have to go to bed this is too much "
*Later that night*
"I can't sleep, my head hurts like crazy...."
maybe I should try to write
Writing has always been my favorite hoppy
"I am pretty sure my papers are here"i said while searching
This is my first story to write...*I laughed*
It was called the princess fairy I swear it is so stupied haha.....,...
It feels like I went through all my memories while searching.
.......
I found all my old stories and old childhood memories..........
But why do I feel like there is something missing
Something really big
Really........
Oh finally I found it!...
clean white papers........
What is this!??......
This. Is....... The SAME.....
SAME.
SAME.
SAME.
DIARY.......
How???!! I swear this was empty it truly was empty......
Should I read......
Iam scared......
"I feel my heart
It ripped apart
On a scary night
With a good height
I smiled happily
When I did saw her smiley
And the cars cried
While I had died
Oh my future self.
How were you so elf
Oh my future kids
You were a suck lids
I feel my heart
It ripped apart
On a scary night
With a good height
What does this even mean?!
Its a poem
A beautiful poem ..
But I truly wonder what it means
YOU ARE READING
a friend's story 🌛
Mystery / Thrillerit is a small story English isn't my first language you might find Grammer and spelling mistakes so I apologize 😁have fun reading !! please no haters this story is just for fun
