I decide to make presents for everyone, so I lock myself in my room all day. I'm pretty sure everyone else is worried but I am okay. I don't have any talents, so I can't make anything, like a drawing or a song.
So I write.
I take a pile of pretty white copy paper and write pages and pages of poems and hope and thanks and scribbles and dreams. My handwriting isn't nice and my sketches are sloppy but I draw and write and feel anyway.
Each person gets a manila envelope with their name on it in big black letters, each stuffed full with paper and ink. Everything I could never say. Each filled with an attempt at sunshine and hope.
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An Attempt at Sunshine (Winter Soldier) (Marvel)
Fanfiction[I keep seeing ghosts. They whisper and scream and cry and I do not understand. I think I am a ghost too.] My debut fanfic! How exciting! Just a little Marvel for you my dears- have fun! NOTE: PLEASE PLEASE read the dates before each section!!!! Th...
