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The Lake
"What exactly defines insanity? Visions, irrationality, the impossible seemingly possible? To my God I pray not, for if so, I’ve already slipped far, far into madness. It all started a week ago, a harmless day by the lake, like any other..."
So starts a simple diary entry from long ago. Within its short tale it details an unbelievable story, you'd have to live to believe...
"The small gypsy hut had drawn me..."
"A simple orb, filled with ash..."
"I slipped it into my pocket."
"To those who say that curses aren’t real, let me assure you that they most certainly are..."
"It was then I realized that only fools don’t believe in fairy tales."
So go ahead, but a fair warning first; to those who think the only magic in this world can be contained between the pages of Cinderella, you are wrong.
"And what better place to start my story than at the beginning?"
So starts a simple diary entry from long ago. Within its short tale it details an unbelievable story, you'd have to live to believe...
"The small gypsy hut had drawn me..."
"A simple orb, filled with ash..."
"I slipped it into my pocket."
"To those who say that curses aren’t real, let me assure you that they most certainly are..."
"It was then I realized that only fools don’t believe in fairy tales."
So go ahead, but a fair warning first; to those who think the only magic in this world can be contained between the pages of Cinderella, you are wrong.
"And what better place to start my story than at the beginning?"