Seashell Harpspring
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Warner Bros and Disney 💕
Cat lover 🐱
Love fancy chocolate 🍫
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Flower Field Door
There was only one rule: don't open the door. That is what the red flowers seemed to whisper when Clara stood in front of the glowing orange door. Each night when taking a walk, she passes by staring. Her skin tingles the closer she stands. Her whole body tells her to walk in, but the flowers warn her that she won't be able to turn back and will regret it.
By Seashell Harpspring about a year ago in Horror
Castle Labyrinth
The ominous castle by the water loomed high above. It was a labyrinth that scared most. There was talk in the town about how the castle lost the princess it once had, and it was going to soon pick another one. "How do we even know it had a princess at all in there to begin with?" Vetiver asked her cat Lemon Square.
By Seashell Harpspring about a year ago in Fiction
The Carbonatess
I am The Carbonatess! I am obsessed with coke and took a tour at the coke bottling factory, watching with excitement how coke came to be on our shelves. At the end of the tour, I climbed to the top of the coke cup at the front to get an amazing picture. I made it to the top, but didn’t realize the prop was just like an actual cup and fell. I gained my powers while floating in the giant amount of coke before I pulled out. I am now able to carbonate any beverage instantly by pulling CO2 from the air and adding it to any drink!
By Seashell Harpspring about a year ago in Fiction
Yacht Tub Tears
Skie set sail in her yacht a week after her father passed. Her grandfather had made a fortune from Microsoft stocks and the money had passed down in the family. She lived with her girlfriend Kellie and their 3 cats. They were at a marina in San Diego and cuddled up on the couch watching a movie on the projection screen before bed. The view of the water was always beautiful at night. Kellie was already in bed while Skie enjoyed the seascape.
By Seashell Harpspring about a year ago in Filthy
A Scanty Treasure
The old toy store, a place where Barry loved to play. The metal and wood toys were so much better than the easy to break modern ones. The smell of the wood made the boy feel cozy. The xylophones sang, and lettered blocks scattered the walkways. Wooden cars would race down paths as peart spectators cheered them on. He had persuaded dad to buy a wooden truck. When they checked out, he went over to the marble buckets. He thought they were there because they were free. He grabbed some of the smooth balls and added them to several pockets.
By Seashell Harpspring about a year ago in Humor
