Welcome back friends! This is the sequel to my first writing prompt book which you all requested! If any of these ideas help you, tag me in your story! I would love to check it out :) And if you want, write little stories for the ideas down in the c...
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As we stared out at the old building, the statue never leaving it's post. Her angelic hair forever frozen, to look as if its billowing in the wind.
"The legends say that she used to be real. Some say that she sat on that very ledge, ready to jump. She got ready to jump when a storm hit. Being hit by lightning, the police went up after everything cleared to find her. She wasn't fried, she wasn't dead. A statue of her sat exactly where she used to. No one ever found her after that. People think that a witch caused the storm, which caused her to turn to stone." The old man rambled on, chomping on his apple.
I never once looked at her differently from that day on. If she was real, I wonder if there were a way to bring her back?
