What this terribly painted, dust-ridden, ancient box held inside was a whole trivia full of her past. From the incredibly great times, to the apprehensive dark times, everything was laying inside; impatiently waiting to be opened up once more – revealed and reflected back to her.
The box came to existence in 1997, when Brenda was aged 9. Now, aged 28, she had rediscovered her precious treasure, and without haste, removed the purple lid, to be welcomed by a suffocating blanket full of nostalgia, and her harsh life as a child.
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Hey guys!
I wanted to try something new, so I thought that this story would be rather interesting to write.
Hopefully, you will enjoy reading this, as much as I'm enjoying writing this.
All rights reserved to me, and I apologise if anything appears to be similar to another story; I haven't seen anything like this.
I PROMISE I WILL UPDATE UNLIKE MY OTHER STORIES WHICH I HAVE ABANDONED.
•Caitlin Q•
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The Memory Box
General FictionWhat this terribly painted, dust-ridden, ancient box held inside was a whole trivia full of her past. From the incredibly great times, to the apprehensive dark times, everything was laying inside; impatiently waiting to be opened up once more - reve...
