❝It's 11:11. Make a wish.❞
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A darker shade of blue took over the night sky like a pale blue watercolor being mixed with black. The sun set while the moon rose. The stars. They slowly became visible in the deep blue night sky. They twinkled with excitement as they waited for wishes to come.
As for the people, they waited. They waited to wish until the time was right. 11:11. The perfect time to make a wish. A wish. The hope or desire of the people for something to happen. Eyes gleamed with excitement as the time grew closer. 11:08. 11:09. 11:10. 11:11. The clock struck 11:11. It's 11:11, make a wish. Faints whispers are heard throughout the peaceful night. Eyes slowly fluttered open. Hopeful hands were brought closer to people's hearts. Hoping the wishes they made will soon be a dream come true. 11:11. A magical number.
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Pieces Of You
Historia Corta❝I get lost in my thoughts.❞ A short story collection that I've written based on my thoughts. Inspired by Tablo. Copyright © 2016 by Ara Bae.
