Ideas trapped in the mind

Ideas trapped in the mind

A Story by Cosmic kid

Things were never the same after the accident.

On that dreary thursday morning,

The hallway reeked of weed,

She laughed and thanked god this odor was not coming from her room.


As she was locking the door, the boy came from around the corner.

He was wide eyed with long brown hair.

She looked at him and remembered his groovy backpack.

What she didn't know was that she was his everything.

He thought about her when he couldn't go to sleep at night.

He noticed when she dyed her hair blonde.

His friends were the people slipping the notes under her door,

With his phone number on them.


While locking the door.

She then realized that was just a thought

She had made that whole idea up

In a single second.



© 2015 Cosmic kid



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