Category: Tiny pink sketchbook
How many times have you taken something apart for the shear joy of discovery. That was me, add in a sense of dread, on this day. It started after school, walking home and head bopping. The music in my headphones warped, it was the tape innocently wrapped itself into the pulleys. My shock and lack of understanding where on full display as I heard the never to be forgotten crinkling sound. Panic, pull the plug and pray. Later at home, doom and gloom clouding my vision, I summoned years of watching my mom tune and repair her sewing machines. On …
As we drive through the woods the wind in my hair, I’m trying to fill my undersized nostrils with the smells that thrills Puck. Then Puck is in a reveal. He looks over at me, I can see a little pity in his eyes.
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Monsters, what makes them frightening.