The familiar frustration began to seep into my mind, causing my fists to tense and my eyes to narrow. I once more, closed my eyes, eyelashes brushing against my slightly sweat stained skin.
A small house began to envision in the centre of my mind, a house made of old, dusty, red bricks. A small cobblestone paved path leading up a small hill, ferns and various flowers parallel to the path, almost as though they were lights, aligning the pathway with their vibrant hues. A small thatch roof, pale gold in colour, the sun reflecting on the glass panes.
It all looked so real, as if I could walk up the cobblestone path, the gravel and stones shifting underfoot as I walked up towards the little brick house, hold the slightly faded dark grey iron handle between my slim, unevenly spaced out fingers and push it down to open the little brick cottage.
I smiled and I could feel the first row of teeth showing only just through my fleshy, pale pink lips. I opened my eyes excitedly, ready to see the inside of the brick cottage only to see nothing but the air in front of me. I frowned in disappointment, a sigh escaping my lips. I shook my head once, eyes closed.
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apologies for being late yet again, i've started some new subjects at school and they're pretty full on. i decided to step out of my comfort zone and produce a plot idea (oh my gosH diversity for once)! enjoy, lovelies! as always, genders may be switched.
love always,
cinders xo

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