It was a perfect day. The sun was shining on my pale skin, the fall leaves fell upon my head and formed into a crown, and my little brother Jack, who was a bit on the 'baby fat' but shined with his evergreen eyes, was throwing the ball at me in our backyard. I watched as John caught the ball back," I bet this time, you won't catch the ball!" I crossed my arms," In your dreams chubby bunny!" John glared at me," I am not chubby! I just have baby fat." I laughed as he threw the ball once more. Those were the days. When the world of the supernatural was of that in a child's dreams. When the 'bogeyman' our mother told us about was nothing more but a figment of our imagination. Little did Jack and I know that as the days go by, it will be waiting.
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The Talking Flower
FantasyThere once was a flower. A talking flower. The flower had powers unlike anyone else. The only problem was that the flower was evil and to get what you want from the flower...you make a deal with the flower. A/N: This book is my first on here, so o...
