Snickerdoodles laced themselves in the air and the sound of the clanking machinery from all of the rides, from the tallest ferris wheel and rollercoaster down to the smallest disk being thrown at a bottle in the quest to win a stuffed toy, like a dinosaur.
The narrow walk ways well worn by the many, usually small feel, that cascaded over the grass. Making the path well loved and worn and defined by the feet of the excited and the adventurous.
The sounds of the machines are soon joined by the laughter and the screams of the adrenaline filled. The colorful lights help make the the mood, all of the glows, different shades of blues, vibrant yellows, purples, reds, all scattered and shattered, to melding into each other. But even among this scattered unity is an obvious split.
Those whose excitement does not exceed past the mere observer. Happily watching those who enjoy the rides getting their rush.
But today, however, today was different. Today the amusement park there was no laughter, no sweet smell, screams, colors, no joy.
Today was silent.
Today, the park belonged to the clown and his apple.
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Hello! And that's enough spamming for tonight! I actually need to go to sleep before the writing turns into something more atrocious. I hope you enjoyed this update along with the others! If so tell me in the comments, whats your favorite edit so far? Until the next time! ^_^/
-Flowereader230
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The Raw Edits
RandomJust a book full of really short stories using the prompts from the Write The Story book by piccadilly inc. This is just something fun for me to do in between postings of my major stories. And as the the title suggests the writing is going to be raw...
