Chapter 2:
I sit on this shelf of never ending lifelessness, waiting for even the slightest noise to break this atmosphere of silence. This continued for hours until a small bell rang, the noise was short, quiet and simple. Than there was the light tapping noise heard in the distance. Faint and barely noticeable was how you would describe the noise. The noise was taunting, making fun of my pathetic existence. Tapping is a sound that is created from movement. Something I will never do. But the tapping was getting louder, clearer and closer. After a few seconds it clicked in, it wasn't tapping it was footsteps. The footsteps were now right outside the aisle, probably looking for birthday cards, I think to myself. But before I knew it the footsteps were behind me. But that didn't make me think, no I wasn't thinking about the sound of footsteps. I was thinking about the hands that just picked me up off the shelf.
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Piñata
AlteleThis story is written by my friend who does not have wattpad yet. See from the perspective of a lonely piñata about to meet the final days of their life... And watch in horror as it meets it ultimate demise.
