Don't Touch It!
That morning I strolled in the woods venturing down by the shallow creek. The clear stream murmured playfully brushing over the polished blue pebbles along its way. My feet in the water felt the tickling brush of a school of golden fish swimming by. I stared down the water surface and it was when I saw it! Horrified, I jerked back to the red and yellow color on it. Like ripe plump fresh fruit ready to pick, it was so inviting, yet in the same time, it's swollen almost bloated appearance made twitched my stomach.
I contemplated it, my hand open, leaning downwards to get a closer look. It got bigger and bigger in the way I reached the water surface. 'Oh my God it's horrid!' I thought. But there was something on it that urged in me want to touch it. I'd seen more of those before and I knew it was forbidden to even place a finger on it, but I craved to. A touch of my hand could make it disappear... or grow it larger.
It was something evil, and it could leave a mark on me for the rest of my life, but it already casted a spell on me... I was subdued to its alluring rosy color and soft surface. I needed to reach it, to touch it, to squeeze it and feel how it drained out through my fingers. This time nothing was going to stop me... to get rid off that hideous pimple on my face!
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