When I opened the crumbled manuscript the pages came alive! A prince jumped out and tried to save me. The Princess mourned her own innocence. A dragon awoke my passions with his fire. Fire that encircled me until I made flight over its embrace. A world made new by enclosure in my own tale of reality and escape. I was running fast now while life pursued me. The book grew my imagination as a garden of stories. I dashed into one, climbed up the mountain, and shut the pages behind me.
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Kim Favors
7/8/2020 11:27:53 pm
This reminds me of my childhood. Thank you, Christine.
Mary Wallace
8/8/2020 05:49:52 am
This is why I love books. Well done.
Sue Clayton
9/8/2020 03:51:01 am
Your own well-written fairy tale with its happy ever after ending.
James Tweedie
10/8/2020 12:48:46 am
I really, really like the last line! I have often wished that I could do that while reading a book! Comments are closed.
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"Classic"
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