A young boy wanders into a mysterious place only to find a strange pair of ballet flats. Okay yep my first ACTUAL story that isn't a crack fic. So fun fact about me, writing is a big way of helping me cope with trauma, because it can allow me to create something so abstract or so blatantly obvious about what I went through. And personally the most enjoyable way to me is writing stories in the style of old Brothers Grimm/Edgar Allan Poe/Hans Christian Anderson type stories. This is but one of many similar stories I've written like this, so if this does well maybe I'll post more, but idk yet. Also yes I did try to use a fancier and more archaic writing style to mimic those classic stories, so it might come across as awkward sounding, mainly cuz I'm bad at writing like that lol.