An ominous storm brewed overhead. The waves crashed and the wind howled like a lonely wolf. Stella stood there, alone and abandoned. A silent tear ran down her cheek as she stared out to sea. Suddenly, from the corner of her eye she saw something lying motionless on the sand. What was it? Cautiously, she knelt down and picked the object up. It was a small bottle of bubbles!
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Bubbles
FantasyA story about bubbles and friendship (sort of) that I wrote when I was 10 based on a short film I was shown at school -the perfect story to read snuggled up on your sofa with some yummy snacks hugging a heart shaped pillow ok now you're triggered a...
