There are all sorts of boxes, tall, short, wide, and thin. Brown boxes, white boxes. Boxes with twine gracefully tied into bows, mysterious boxes from who knows where filled with magical items, or maybe that's just me. But we'll get to that later. The basic gist of this is that boxes come in all kinds of different shapes and sizes. I'm inside one buried deep underground. One shaped like some sort of diamond. That kind of box is called a coffin. Definition, Death Bed. But I am not dead, not yet. But maybe I should be.
Hey guys! Author here! I am in no way a professional at this and the purpose of posting on here to to get constructive criticism. This is written from Loretta's point of view as if in a diary. Wattpad also doesn't let me use the tab key, so the tabs might be different sizes due to me having to spam the space key. I am currently in school so I will not be posting regularly. The cover is from HotPot.AI. Thank you.
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The Diary Of Loretta Cooke
SpiritualLoretta Cooke is a 12 year old girl living in Salem Massachusetts in 1627. Her family is middle class and her father is a priest. Loretta suffers from "fits of the devil." She is an outcast in her family and her town. She is faced with a bigger prob...
