Seashell Harpspring
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Warner Bros and Disney 💕
Cat lover 🐱
Love fancy chocolate 🍫
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Fantasy Bookstore
"Fantasy Bookstore," the sign reads as you and your friend pull up to an intriguing bookstore you found when you were driving through Pigeon Forge, Tennessee. The city's unique attractions are eye-catching, with this one being a decorated fairy forest welcome. You walk through the enchanting plant growth, fluttering butterflies, and flying fairy dolls.
By Seashell Harpspring 3 years ago in Fiction
Ensembles That Sailed Away
I walk into the music room while everyone is sitting and noodling around on their instruments ready to play. It is district honor band. A time where the best musicians in the area sit to play together for the weekend. Everyone in the room is such a great player that the music can be sight read well enough to be able to play an entire concert by Sunday. It is where after this weekend I will probably never see any of these people ever again, but it is a beautiful moment to come and play for the bit that we can combine all of our talents.
By Seashell Harpspring 3 years ago in Confessions
Dragon Jousting
Glimmer’s gold dragon scales shined in Princess Blissa’s face as she soared through the air in flight on her back. Only royalty could afford to have pet dragons, while the rest were for the knights as war dragons. Big red and gold regal dragons that matched the striking look of the knights. Gone were the days of horse jousting while dragon jousting was more brutal and deadly than ever. Sure the knights were belted to the dragons and there was a giant mat in the arena area to catch the falls, but not everyone ended up landing there when they fell. Glimmer soared over the jousting arena as the competitors were announced. She missed the exact introduction of the names because she was looking down to find the castle’s fool. He was entertaining the guests in rounds before the main event started up.
By Seashell Harpspring 3 years ago in Fiction
What You Wanted
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t your own. You wondered who you had become as you reached a hand out to the heart balloon that you saw floating in the corner. The texture did not feel like latex, it had a squish to it. You turned your head away from the mirror and saw that you were holding an actual heart that was still beating.
By Seashell Harpspring 3 years ago in Fiction
Giraffe Slide
Eight feet looking down at sparkling yellow under the sun while I stand at the top of the climb from a tail ladder. The giraffe neck slide in the Merriweather zoo was where I loved to look out over all of the exhibits. The joyful place I was first taken as an excited little kid. The playground here is animal themed with a giant giraffe slide, koala seesaw, cheetah zip line, and monkey swings. Many adults like me still come to slide down the giant slide that many children have to build the courage to fly down. There are other smaller slides here like the duck bill and frog lily pad slide that are about three and five feet, but nothing can beat getting to slip down the neck of a giraffe, something that was usually only possible in cartoons.
By Seashell Harpspring 3 years ago in Fiction
