The girl took off the lid and and began to blow rings if bubbles that drifted into view. A second later, a bright light filled the air. No it's not jesus.
By the time her eyes had adjusted to the drastic change of lighting, the sand glowed golden-yellow and the sky was like a Van Gogh painting: cherry blossom pink with the sun looking as if the giant's goose had laid a golden egg and dropped it into the sky. I remember being quite proud of that sentence even though I'm pretty sure Van Gogh's paintings don't look like that 😅
Stella began to blow more and bubbles, leaping onto them one by one; she soon found herself riding on a bubble so high the world was just a tiny dot among a variety of sparkling stars that shone against the inky black sky.
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Bubbles
FantasíaA 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...
