Miranda’s  garden

Miranda’s garden

A Story by Tina
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I wish I had a friend like Miranda when I was being bullied LOL

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A sad little girl in her sad little World was Patina . Teased and driven into solitude by other children. Petrified patina they called her . She was an odd 9 year old girl and very lonely.
She had a place she loved to hide away with a garden that was always beautiful And alive with color . it was hidden behind an old church’s stone wall. Long had it Been abandoned of its family. It was said a nun gave birth to a girl child the father Being a priest possessed by an incubus . The baby was hidden away like a dirty secret . they say you could still hear the girl child crying inside the church at night . it never scared patina, The torment of the bigger kids scared her more.  One day patina was singing cheerfully in the church garden as she picked flowers When she heard a woman’s voice whisper her name. Patina looked around curiously. “ HELLO? “ she called but instead a boys voice rang “ I heard her in there. "WE’ RE COMING FOR YOU PATINA! “ and patina ran to the church crawling in the basement window. The boys ran in the yard seeing the trail of flowers leading to the church .“ SHE WENT IT THERE! “ said one boy. Another boy gulped . “ we shouldn’t Go in there..“ then the 3rd boy punched his shoulder “ Quit being a p***y lets go get the little B***h! “ and so They went in the main building. Meanwhile patina was safely curled Up Behind some barrels she saw a tall nude woman with short blond hair go up some stairs She was young and pretty with hypnotic green eyes, only slight difference was her  tail That twitched with excitement , clawed hands and a grin that bared a fanged gleam . as she made her way to the sound of the awful boys in the Chapel of her home. She would terrify them, taking only what she needed from their fragile souls . She was at the door the boys were on the other side, her forked tongue swept over her fangs. She opened the door and the boys froze with fear and awe. the room Around them became nightmarish and dark.
“ shame on you for picking on that girl , Leave her alone or I’ll hunt you down in your beds and suck your souls dry ” she hissed. She spoke With an irish accent . When she raised her hands a horrid ghostly apparition rose from her Body sending the boys into shock. they fell to their knees with weakness then she stopped feeding And disappeared.  The boys ran from the church with all the strength they could muster.  No one believed their panic stricken stories. Patina could hear the screams of the boys and moments later  the pounding of their feet As they ran for dear life. It was still pretty and bright outside the window as she readied to Leave but then she heard a soft voice.  “ hello little girl “ patina was startled but once the Hypnotic green eyes caught her own sky blue eyes she was held there as the woman Approached, Then kneeled down to her. “ don’t be afraid of Miranda , I’m your friend . what’s your name?“ asked the mysterious woman “ I’m patina, do you live here? “ “ yes. I was born here many years ago “  “ I like your garden” Said patina .“ you can visit it any time just don’t pick to many of my  flowers , I like them to.” Miranda smiled up at her. “ I better go home now Miranda” “ OK take care of your self little One .” She helped Patina out of the window and the girl scampered away coming back a few Moments later with all the flowers she picked And set them by the window She watched as Miranda’s Pale clawed fingers reach out from the darkness and took the bouquet . Then she ran home. Her and miranda became very close over time but as she grew she visited less.  She eventually went away. Patina was now a young lady in her 20’s .  She was recently plagued with dreams of Miranda. Spring break at college couldn’t of come soon enough. but instead of enjoying a cruise To the Bahamas she  returned  home.  One day she took a walk to that old church ,she stood looking at the garden that was still as beautiful as ever. She picked a few roses and lilies. Then she reflected on Miranda’s Words, Almost could hear them . “ Don’t pick to many Of my flowers, I like them to.” could she still be here. with out thought She could feel her self walking to the basement window clutching the flowers to her, it was open as It was before. She knelt down cautiously, slowly placing the flowers  down by the window when a pale
Clawed hand gently lay over hers. " patina , you cameback." Smiles crossed  their faced , patina was tenderly pulled through the window into mirandas loving arms. All was quiet through the church and the garden was still.   The end???? 
 
 
 
 

© 2021 Tina


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I would love to have a whole novel about this; I would binge-read it in one night. I loved this, I'm gonna read all your writings now. I'm a fan already! 😂

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Tina

1 Week Ago

Thank you very much
Oh I read this before I love it though keep going I hope !!

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Just my type of book
Yes go on do some more ! It’s beautiful intriguing

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Tina

1 Week Ago

Thank you glad you like it
great story ,like alice in wonderland

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Tina

1 Week Ago

Thank you .I like alice in wonderland
 wordman

1 Week Ago

yeah,me to
Oh you just must finish this! It's very good. And I hate bullies so it appeals to me.

please add a little more?

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Tina

1 Week Ago

I'll have to think on it a little more it may take some time
Frankie

1 Week Ago

please do. This is a very good one. I think you could finish it fairly quickly. Thanks!

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