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Elsewhere. That's what I call that other world, partly because I could never find a welcome sign with the world's name inked on to its splintered wooden planks and partly because I'm terrible at coming up with names.
I loved this place when I was little; I cherished every scene, and found comfort in the memories brought forth from purple polka-dotted berries and wonderous flowers. Now I'm stuck here, and I'm scared because one moment, I'm lying in bed, and the next moment, I'm plunged into the dulled remnants of Elsewhere and I can't escape.
Has anyone found this journal?
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Elsewhere is short-story of a female protagonist exploring a fantastical world that frequently changes its environment and color. As a child, she could freely enter and leave Elsewhere as she pleases; however, as she grew older, her visits became less frequent until one day she stopped altogether. On one faithful night, she fell asleep and woke up in Elsewhere, trapped, scared, and the only living being - that is, until, she's hunted by the unknown being which lurks behind her wherever she goes. Equipped only with a journal and her wit, she traverses the volatile landscape of Elsewhere until she can return home.
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" Stay".
" pardon me". I said. Not in that rude English manner but out of surprise.
" just for a little longer. Could you stay. Come intro the garden with me ". he said.
An enchanted garden, a tale that exceeds time. Join the boy who loves a girl he mustn't love and a girl love a ghost she doesn't fully understand. A romance in a thriller. Who exactly is the silhouette and why does he have no parents or never leave the old white picket fence of his house.
For the longest time. Since I can remember, the only thing I was ever good at was writing stories or telling them. It's the only thing that got me through the day or even for the majority of high school. This story ' the boy in the garden' was inspired by a house I found one day coming back from school. The story is my narration of what I think could have happened to the house and inspired by a former crush I had when I was in the 9th grade. I hope you enjoy it .