Spirit Unbound

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by phillips_

by phillips_

For some unknown reason, you might just walk up to me and ask about what I like to do. Maybe it's because you want to get to know me better, or you think I'm creepy and therefore have to prove your theory that I cut the wings off butterflies for fun.

And no matter what reason you might have for asking, I will always give this answer.

"I like to walk around by myself. Just to have a bit of a think."

And for another undefined reason, you may decide to inquire more into that, and ask how often I do it.

"Every day."

Or, should I say, every night.

Saffron is unbound, meaning her soul can detach itself from her body and go wherever it wants. It's great fun (albeit a little lonely). Nobody can see her, which has its perks. But since she's invisible, nobody can talk to her either.

One night, she walks through the gardens to look up and see this boy staring straight at her. Not through her, like they usually do. Right into her eyes.

Scared, she flees back to her house.

And discovers her body has been taken while she was gone.

Now, together with a backpack and the boy who can never sleep, Saffron has to find her body before it gets sliced into pieces.

Or she may have to stay spirit bound forever.

I hope you will enjoy this story as much as I will enjoy writing it. -inserts creepy smiley face here-

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If you do decide to stick with the story all the way through, I will be eternally grateful.

Thank you,

Philip.