Author’s Note: I wrote about one of my BB guns because that was the best gift I got. The short story I wrote has lots of sentence fragments, to create a scenario. It also creates pace which like.
It’s sad and lonely, inside of a box. I hate it. Are you claustrophobic? I am. The only thing I ever look forward to anymore is to be bought. Then again, what’s after that? be opened only to be used once and left alone in the attic? Or to be broken and be ditched? I sincerely hope not. that would be a very depressing life. I want to be used all the time, constantly feeling the cool breeze on a hot summer day, or the freezing chill on a cold winter day.
A month later...
Maybe not everyone gets what they want. I’ve waited weeks, and still nobody bought me. So I guess I’m doomed here for eternity. Oh well, I have no hope. Maybe If I’m lucky, after eternity, someone will buy me, as an ancient relic. Wait, maybe I’m not doomed! YES someones taking me!
Ugh, I’m still stuck in this box, except now I have no view. Something is blocking my light, and now I cant see to. Whats that tearing sound? It’s terrible! Wait I can see through a slit! Now my window is open! I’M FREE!
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