Here we had a box. It was not a terribly big box; it could have easily fit in one hand. Though, perhaps not a child's hand. It was quite a nondescript colour, one that seemed to shift hues depending on what shade you were thinking of. Was it a desaturated green, a quiet blue, or a light grey? We're not quite sure it knew itself.
There once was a box here. It was taped shut, its contents hidden from prying eyes. More than once, someone had wondered what could be inside. No one ever found out, though. The box seemed to ward off anyone who might wish to see inside.
Right there, we used to have a box. It's gone now though. It disappeared one night. No one's quite sure where it went. We hope it's doing okay.
138 words
9/11/21
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Flash Fiction
General FictionThis is just for whenever I have an idea I want to write about, but don't want to make it a full-blown story. I may expand some of these at a later point. This is also where I will put writing assignments from school.
