A Thousand Pieces

A Thousand Pieces

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I couldn't help myself....I had to find out, even though I knew the answer could be dangerous . Willow is an 11 year old girl, who is extremely curious about everything. For over a decade, ever since she was little she has been told various stories of her parents death, mainly from a car accident. For a long time, she has been feeling lonely and full of nostalgia, but time drifted away into the waves of the ocean. But one day, while she was cleaning the attic, she found a letter written from her parents. How ecstatic, but full of confusion! This was it. Will Willow find out what's going on? Will she find herself? She soon finds out, and goes on an adventure full of different lifetime experiences and difficult challenges through dimensions. Even if it takes a thousand pieces to work it out, she will keep going.
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Imagine a box. Any box you want. It could be a vintage chestnut chest imported from France, or a simple moldy cardboard box. Either way, it serves the same purpose, being shoved away in the corners of your dusty attic, with a variety of miscellaneous forgotten treasures. You never realise it's up there, abandoned in the thick coating of dust and neglect, until one day, it's all gone. It's always gone just when you discover that its contents may have been key to uncovering the troubled past of that box. But how much would it matter? How far would you go to retrieve the lost broken reveries? My name is Sea. It's a strange name, I know, especially since I can't recall ever being near a sea, but my folks have always been rather strange people. At least, from what I can remember. I've never really known them, but my whole life has been formed around their existence. The things I have learned from them could be looked at as troubled lessons of the world I lived in, which isn't necessarily a bad thing. However, accepting that fact could only be the beginning. This is all that I had gained from my life, and everything my parents gave me. This is all that they had left behind.

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