My own original work from when I was ten.
Let's say that this whole incident never happened. I definitely didn't help kidnap a llama. Henry never invented that machine. Lilith didn't find that weird house in the woods.
Made you curious, haven't I?
Let's say that this whole incident never happened.
I definitely didn't help kidnap a llama.
Erm.
Henry never invented that machine. Lilith didn't find that weird house in the woods.
Made you curious, haven't I?
No, not really, I just think that this is kinda weird.
Well, it's not like I'm going to tell you what happened.
Maybe.
Yes.
Okay, fine, if you insist. But don't say I didn't warn you...
I... I didn't insist.
This all started on a regular day; the sun was shining, the birds were singing, you get the idea. But everything changed once the package came.
"Melody!" Come down!" My mother yelled at me. We had just moved into a new house in the middle of nowhere: aka Sycamore Springs.
So, what's up with the machine? And the weird house in the woods? And goodness me, the llama??
I don't even know anymore, I just wanted to write. Good thing I've improved.
YOU ARE READING
Roasting My Old Writing
NezařaditelnéThis contains my old Harry Potter fanfiction and original stories that I will be commenting on. Most of them are extremely cringy (especially the Harry Potter ones). I don't own the actual Harry Potter characters, only my OCs. Even though I hate my...
