We woke up being dragged through the soil and grass by figures of black, and we had no clue where we were. Through our eyes we could see a house on a hill with a garden and a fence. It was unrecognizable, but flowers budded next to the porch like fireworks and sunsets. We assumed it was where we had lived, but we had no idea; it was just a random house that blended in with the rest of them now. There was a woman on the front doorstep, sobbing her eyes out, and holding a broken picture frame, calling after us. On another doorstep was a man who looked nothing like her.Our wrists were aching from the black figures' grasps. We didn't know the woman or the man, we didn't know who we were, and we don't know each other. We just wanted to get out of this alive.
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HI this is my new & fiRST story called "thread"! I hope you like it, if you're coming from my instagram (@/bizarreminds), ily!
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Thread
Teen Fictionnumbers are more important than names here. They have no clue who they are, no clue where they've been, and no clue who they've loved... and they want to find out.
