She sparkled and danced
within what could have been her best friend but put too much emphasis
on her want for independence. The ear became her captor and her
tormentor, as the elegant bow tried to escape his clutches. Nothing
would have pleased her more than to explore the world around her. She
called just belong her for help to the shirt, the sweater, anyone
that might listen to her. No one did.
Bow took matters into
her own folds, as she carefully and quietly wiggled out of her back.
Nothing would her stop her from exploring the cold world of white
swirls or golden flashes of green. She could taste freedom on the
very tip of her tongue just before she fell to the ground. Off she
went, her back calling softly beside to come back. Off she went to
explore the world never to be seen by those who had loved so dearly
again.
A/N: So this was written at one of the meetings writing club and I figured that I should actually post it. We were playing a writing game where we had to write about an article of clothing that the person sitting opposite to us was wearing.
A/N: So this was written at one of the meetings writing club and I figured that I should actually post it. We were playing a writing game where we had to write about an article of clothing that the person sitting opposite to us was wearing.
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