I hear my parents, wondering if this move would be good for me, if it'll be bad for meI didn't understand what they meant by move but seeing this new house, I think we made the right choiceI thought it was big, but it's small on the inside.
Four big and blank canvases surround around meMany possibilities fills my tiny mindBright light spills into the roomAdults maneuver around me, boxes in hand
They set the boxes in the back of the roomI should be helping but I'm way too excited, I forget to helpPotential adventures fill to the brimWill I find a secret door to Neverland? Will I find a dragon's den?
I run and explore all aroundDisappointed when I find every room but there was one door that's always a mysteryBecause it's two inches above the floor and it's never opened.
Years pass, memories fade, I grow disinterested in the doorUnfortunate for timing, right?For the door opened But I was disappointed to find That it was only filled with pipes.
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Short Stories
RandomThese are all the stories that I've made, most of them I made in creative writing workshops.
