"One eye sees, the other feels." - Paul Klee
Dedication: storming- for being an amazing friend and making the wonderful covers above! I love youuu <3
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"Buddy the Elf, what's your favourite color?"
"Red, representing my annoyance that you're not in position yet."
"Fine, I'll go- but where am I meant to be going?"
"Beside the vending machine on the second left corridor."
"Oh yeah, I remember tripping on a chocolate bar someone dropped before. I nearly twisted my ankle doing that, stupid clumsy person!"
"Oh man- you do not want to know who dropped that chocolate bar."
"Does his name start with F and is he a flip flop?"
"I don't know, you tell me."
"Well, if you see him with a black eye and a broken nose, you'll know which suspect is guilty of flip flop abuse."
"Damn, remind me never to get on your bad side, Emily."
"Mmhm."
"Anyway, have you seen anyone in these corridors yet? Remember, no one is meant to know that we're here!"
"Actually, now that you mention it, I did see someone hurrying past me! I only got a glimpse at their face, so I forgot about it."
"Oh damn! We have to hide!"
"But Tristan, it looked like-"
"Dad?"
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Eye Drops (#2)
Short Story"This is Westerden Optometrist. What are your symptoms?" "For starters, my eyesight has been super blurry and distorted, and this problem is starting to screw up seventeen-year-old life. Speaking of which, you sound kind of young for an optometrist...
