Ode To The Creators[Dropped]
"I only wanted for everyone to be able to live as though they were a part of something, fantasies of all the stories to have ever been told." But little did the young girl know was that the only good stories to have been remembered, are truly tragedies twisted and changed over time. How the naive child did not know was that with the good comes the bad, along with everything in between. Unaware and unprepared the world was for what was to unfold when Peter Pan flew to the skies, Tinkerbell in toe. Or when unicorns blessed their babies and wish-granting genies gave them fortune. The babbling Brooke now speaks riddles instead of the sound water, and what was never lost will be found. Only to be unwanted in the pronounced, piercing, silence of the death to all. All caused by a little girl who learned to draw. *Sorry just I've had no inspiration to continue this story. I know it sucks ass when writers do this but, don't expect to see any new chapters anytime soon or like ever. Anyone is welcome to pick up the idea or continue it.…