The dilapidated playhouse was the only tangible remnant of its eons of travels. It had been a spaceship, a jail, a house, a car, a boat...it was all in the eyes of the beholder. It was a shelter through the storm, the tower that trapped the princess, the castle in the sky. Still it stands, but now in disarray, with it's tarp roof ripped and the tower worn. The silent soldier of the past patiently awaiting the day that it will once again have company and children will once again play.
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Thoughts of an Average Girl
De TodoA collection of my short stories and random thoughts.
