"The music stopped at a child's scream."
Starmine sat on his porch, lost in the melody filling the neighborhood. He didn't know who was singing, but it was gorgeous and he was determined to find the source one day.
Suddenly, the music stopped, and there was a piercing shriek.
Huh.
Wonder if Starmine ever noticed the tiny blond in his class who rarely spoke, green eyes always downcast.
The kid who came to school each day with new wounds or bruises.
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A Book Of Bullshit I Make Instead Of Sleeping Oops
De Todoyeah so daily writing prompts or exercises because why the fuck not join me if you want because i found some interesting ones mine are all gonna be some Lencesty shit it gonn be gr8 i tend to write these on Archive at 1 or 2 am it's kind of a proble...
