The Wishing Tree
The flame from every candle burned brightly on top of the tree; leaves, fireflies, for some, stars. Collectively, a representation of dreams left by loss wandering souls. As Isobel watched the wax drip down its trunk, she was reminded of the wish she left there that winter night. Haunting with emotions and torment, wondering if her wish will ever come true.
"Which candle was it?" Elise asked. "I'm just surprised the tree has not burned up from all those candles."
"The tree could only hold as much as its dreamers can bare. Once it's done, the flame flickers and the tree dies." Isobel replied.
"and this room?" Elise continued.
"A catalog. Every book is a wish turned to reality. Mine will be here. I just don't know when."
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Through the Bird's Eye
FantasyIt comes without warning and leaves without regret. But for the people who knew of its coming; the clock at the highest tent, the giant cauldron of fire, even the candy apples and the smell of caramel drizzled popcorn- an enigma yet to unfold. For o...
