Hullo there, my little angels. See what I did there? You see it? Yeah?
...I'll leave now.
Hi! It's Angel, the more awesome half of the dynamic duo that runs this account, and I wish to present you guys with a new story!
But wait, there's more!
Not only is this a story, oh no. It's a challenge. You see, Sunny and I are a pair of very competitive souls. It's a miracle we haven't killed each other yet and OH SHIT THUNDER sorry about that I'm not really scared of thunder it just surprised me. Anyone else here really like thunderstorms? I like them a lot. Anyways. So because Sunny and I share a grand total of half a brain between us, we decided to do a really stupid thing that will most likely kill whatever friendship/marriage we had between us.
We're competing to see who has the better story.
This is my entry to the competition, and Sunny's is one of the other stories on this account, called Skinwalkers. We want to see whose you guys like better. So please! Read both of them. We'll be posting at the same time, and we want you to vote on whichever one you like better.
We hope that you enjoy tearing apart our friendship! Without further ado, I present to you: Like A Broken Statue.
Please note, there will be a ridiculous amount of references to musicals in here due to the nature of the story. If you spot one, point it out in the comments.
Vote! Comment! Follow!
Love you all,
Angel
YOU ARE READING
Like A Broken Statue
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