I saw a little girl one day at the park when I was out playing. She wore a pink dress and had the blondest blonde hair you ever did see. She looked to be only around three year old, yet she was playing in the sandbox at the park alone. No parents were around to watch her. So I went up to this young girl and ask her who she was.
"Hello little girl, do you have a name?" I ask her. She looks up at me with a devilish grin.
"My name is Rose Windenburg Charell why do you ask?" she says with a robotic movement of her arm. I look at the little girl, bewildered. How could she speak so perfectly at such a young age?
"Ummmmm.... Rose where is your family?" I ask her. She looks at me and smiles a evil grin.
"You can't convict a child for murder, can you?" She asks me.
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Short Stories!
Short StoryCover by @withjejide!! This is a collection of short stories by me! If I have a friend who wrote it I will tag them in it! If you have any suggestions, please tell me! I am always happy to write some more!
