The things I touch turn cold. They don't freeze, but I wish they did. Instead they wither and wilt, the life taken out of them. I've had this curse for as long as I can remember. I wish I knew how to control it. I wish I knew how I ended up with this curse in the first place. Most of all, I wish I knew not to touch anything.
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So I have decided to add writing prompts to this book. Anyone can use these ideas in their book, but please don't use the ideas without mentioning me in the story or telling me first. Anyways, thanks for reading and I'll see you soon!
