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| Topic Started: Sun Jan 17, 2010 10:33 pm (340 Views) | |
| Shadeen | Sun Jan 17, 2010 10:33 pm Post #1 |
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A single flake of snow fell through the sky. It drifted slowly back and forth as it fell, gracefully moving. Shadeen sat on top of the snow flake, her legs tucked up under her and her fingers wrapped around the edge as she peered over. Her delicate nature and white coloring made her seem as one with the snow flake. No other snowflakes fell but Shadeen’s and it landed in a misty valley. She got off the snowflake which evaporated into more mist as soon as her feet left it and she found that she was normal sized…. She started to move through the misty area and came upon three doors each with a number painted on it in dipping red paint. The numbers weren’t labeled 1, 2, 3 though. Oh no. Instead the doors were listed as: 22, 59, 80. Shadeen ran her hand along each before she picked the last one “80” and flung it open to find…. [Go Addie!] |
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