"Lia! Snap out of it! I told you, this is trash."
Now the music room is haunted by the ghosts of long-dead cookies. Lia reached up to brush the crumbs from the piano. Lucika slapped her away, exasperated.
"Look. A heart skips a beat. A child dies. The ugly, foolish, insignificant heroine has some crazy super-power. Characters don't bawl their eyes out, they shed a solitary, elegant tear. Lia, your story, it's old, it's just a blank piece of paper."
The piece of paper covered in scribbles is thrown out out the window, a paper aeroplane of words. Soft, she hands over the next piece of paper.
WHY
TURN AWAY,
WHILE ALL THE
MEMORIES IN CUSTODY
PARODIES OF YOUR MELODY
REVERIES IN CUSTODY
ALL THE WHILE,
TURN AWAY,
WHY.
YOU ARE READING
Since They
General Fiction"Lia found a ghost in the library, and petted it." This is my first story. Hope you find something for you inside.
