the forbidden fruit baasket

this is a story about a girl who lived in a village and on night a very bad storm hit her town. All her relatives where dead and she didn't know anyof this because she was in the woods gatherin apple

Peering down into the waters the morning sun fashioned in witch lay trapped each twig, each grain of sediment, long flakes and blades of light in the dusty water sliding away like optic strobes where motes sifted and spun. As the trees howled the water fall got worse. My heart was beating as fast as hulk on steroids.(to be continued)...

Author's Note

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