I’m going to go on record and openly admit it- One of my biggest fears are dark attics. I hate them. They drive me crazy. Everytime I have to make a trip up there I rush to get everythign down that I need to get down, and then I rush to put everything up that I need to put up. I just know one day I’m going to move a box and standing behind it will be a little girl, dressed in white, with blood running down her eyes. So I’m tossing it out- Here is my my writing prompt today. The attic above, the toys, the clown, and something is wrong with life below… Happy Writing!!!!
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