Everyone have worth stories to tell. Even if it's just captured moments, short little moments.
It's a book filled with scenes from different point of view, short stories and parts. It is short but it's worth to try.
May the captured scenes goes to...
Once a upon a time, a princess who loved books turned 67 years old, although she still looked like a kid.
In her birthday, a fairy godmother came by in honor. And so, she had given the princess a gift. A wand, and a diary.
The fairy godmother gave her the power to put everything the princess had seen and experienced in letters, and shall be put on a the diary.
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Yet, so the princess... Isn't really... Well. Kind.
The princess then decided to leave the castle, with her wand and diary. But rather than putting her experiences, she put people's experiences instead. She had gone through dimensions, every inch of the world, taking many, many experience of many people that she thinks is interesting.
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And by the time she had came home. She had realized... She dropped the diary somewhere.
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And she had been cursed, she's going to die in a minute. And so she couldn't retrieve the diary anymore.
So the diary... Is still out there.
Well...
Untill now.
Do you wanna know what that Princess... Had collected?
...
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...
"Why is it kinda funny?" Noel said, chuckling. I love it whenever her upper teeth shows slightly when she smirks softly.
"It's meant to be funny..." I said defensively, nudging the belt on her pants with my toes, although I'm wearing my socks.
We're inside my brother's treehouse that he had abandoned after that day his girlfriend dumped him because apparentlyhe's too old for a treehouse.
I rolled my eyes when I see her eyes crinkling, as she turned more pages from the notebook I would probably never use again, since the school ended, and we're doodling our notebooks for fun, maybe a way to appreciate the fact that we won't tire ourselves for a few months. Yet, she's probably laughing at my own doodles.
My back hurts from the wooden floor, and the only thing my head is rested at was my bag, because that good looking friend of mine is using the only pillow.
"The princess died... So sad." She pouted, the notebook falling out from her hand as she adjusted herself to lay down. When she closed her eyes, the world would stop for a bit. And I could look at her all day without her knowing it. I could look at her without causing problems.
It was small moments like this that makes you feel life just right at your palm.
