The city of Greystone was a dark sad place. But it happened to be where a happy young boy lived. His name was Charlie.
Charlie was an 8 year old boy, going on 9, who had freckles scattered across his face, brown puppy dog eyes, and brown shaggy hair. He was short for his age, but it never phased him.
Books are what kept him occupied. He loved them so much. He would read all day, and just zone out completely from all of the awful surroundings. He mostly read fantasy, being most intrigued of dragons, and cyclopses, and fairies, and so many more mythical creatures.
There was something really special about Charlie though. Whenever he would read, he could see, hear, touch, and even smell the things he read.
One night, after setting down a good book, he decided to take a walk. He climbed down the ladder of his treehouse and walked along a narrow path in the woods. It led him to a dirty, polluted creek. There was nothing living in it, or near it. He was saddened just by thinking about it. He decided to move along, but it seemed as if everywhere he went, the creek was always there. He soon got lost, and it was getting really late. Around 12:00, he gave up on finding a way home, or at least to the treehouse, and sat near a tree and fell asleep.
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The Golden Creek
ActionCharlie has always had an active imagination. But waking up in a completely different realm can be a little concerning, don't you think? Well, not for this eight year old. Anywhere other than his home was amazing basically. It all started when he wa...
