And there I was, zipping through the wonders of space, and into the pink, lusty clouds, where it leads to all my thoughts, interests, and memories. It was like a never ending pot of gold. All of the good things... they were relentless. It seemed like the bad stuff never existed. That's what makes me happy. All these goods things, all protected of these pink clouds. I was running, skipping, and jumping into all these good thoughts, riding on the pink clouds, and knowing who I truly am. Everything was going great, until it started to fade. Slowly. All these good things... shattered. The pink clouds started to fade. Everything was vanishing, and there I was, zipping back into space, and getting hit right back into reality.
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Imagination Train
AdventureThis story is about a 13-year-old girl named Harper. Ever since she was a little girl, she would make up stories and jot them all down, and ever since that, she kept every story she'd ever created. Harper even had a lot of friends she connected to...
