Okay so I was cleaning my room and I found this dusty old book under my bed. I pulled it out and started flipping through the pages. I don't know if the following was suppose to be a poem or a story idea but I thought I'd share it with you guys and comment what you think.
Enjoy!
Ink ran through her veins, she'll write you into her story with a typewriter in her brain. Her bookshelf is getting crowded, with all of the stories that she penned. Many people have flipped through the pages of her books, but closed them when they've ended.
There's one pushed to the way back, it sits there collecting dust, and remaining untouched.
So...any thoughts?
My hand writing on it was really sloppy and I had to look up what "penned" meant. Apparently I knew the word whenever I wrote that but now I don't.
I hope you guys enjoyed it suppose. Leave your thoughts in the comments please. Thanks.
~Wonder❓
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