She ran and ran and ran. Her heart felt like it was going to burst through her chest. She stopped for a second to look around her.

She wiped her hands and then her tears. She walked over to the little shed. She looked up to the sky and pulled the wishbone out of her pocket. She gently placed it inside the shed. By tomorrow either the nightmares will end or they will grow further.
Either way she will keep the sword by her side. And off she went to finish her run.
Categories: photography, Psychology, society, writing prompt
Wish Bone
Yes Roll The Bones
Better Yet Make Them Magic Now..:)
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Yes Roll
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