The ginger haired girl had listened to the child's music box turn in an eerie tune, yet somehow soothing, as she had heard it churn. Her brown eyes then turning towards her friends, all laid rather everywhere, and intoxicated in some way.
Possibly even some were high on helium, red paint scattered along the glass of the mirrors laid around the room. Guns, in some of her friend's hands. Paint? Silly, it was from each head that laid around the ground. Was it a dream?
(It Will All Be In Small Spurts)
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Mad Hatter
General FictionIt's basically, one quick put together of an very very short thing. It's an explanation of the song. "Mad Hatter" by Melanie Martinez. Only five parts.
