Morning light poured into a jagged hole in the ceiling. The walls caved in more and more every day. The floors lay glimmering with morning dew. A tall frail silhouette stood in the cracked doorway. She stared down at a small piece of paper. It read "Dearest Ismith, I never meant to harm you. I had reasons for what I did that you just aren't ready to hear yet. Mother loves you." She crumpled up the letter, in tears, and slouched onto the rickety bed in front of her. "Mother why?" She wailed, getting choked up, she reached for her asthma inhaler. Silently she sat through the day and through the night, tomorrow she would be ready to hear the truth.
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The Book Of the Tale of a Thousand Nights
FantasyIsmith hated her life. Her mother had shot her father and than killed Ismith's two brothers. When visiting her mom in Tompkins High Security Prison, there is an outbreak of harmful toxic gases. Ismith is taken to a world of fantasy where she finds o...
