We found a treehouse today. An old, abandoned treehouse. How could someone build such a masterpiece and then leave it like it meant nothing? It must have had a purpose, right? A reason.
The pebbles surrounding the stream of water, just a few metres away from the treehouse, winced as we stepped afoot onto them. A bridge, connecting us to the beauty, invited us closer, only to find me stepping further away. A negativity took control of my mind and before I knew it, a mood swing was gaining closer and closer and closer and closer. Just closer.
I felt your touch, hand on mine. You pulled me back and the eye contact ruthlessly discouraged me even more – I didn't want to be here.
But oh dear, it was just beaming at us. I knew that I had to venture past my greatest fear today: change. I willingly took your hand and without further ado, we set forth.
We found a new home.
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So I already got rejected by one agent and I'm off to find another whooppieeeee Muni be tryna get this messed up book published. Ya'll should vote and comment. Love you allll xxx
-Muni
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Mosquito Bites
Fiction généraleWhere two friends go on daily adventures, living life and conquering every little problem in their tiny worlds. A boy and a girl. Two souls intertwined in what lasts for just a few moments. Always alone but never on their own. Welcome to their bubb...
