Written: 14/03/19
Nami stared out the window of her shop whilst she gently wove the dreamcatcher together. A sigh fell from her plump red lips as the rain battered against her window and the wind rocked the trees outside of the shop. The thunder sound like symbols and crashed like a horrible band. The lighting illuminated the sky every few seconds. Thus meaning she was going to have no customers today and that she was stranded in her shop until the storm blew over.
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Drabbles & Unfinished Stories
Acak𝓦𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓿𝓮𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓫𝓸𝓸𝓴𝓼, 𝔀𝓮 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓿𝓮𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓸𝓸. ~Mindless drabbles.
