Losing WonderlandIve always been grateful that despite my stupidity, Ive had a good sense of imagination. It was the one thing I could count on when I wanted to prove myself to someone, the one thing that was able to comfort me when I didnt.Losing Wonderland in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Was, at least.
Things do not always stay the way you want them to. Sad yes, but true. We all grow up at some point, and soon what little child-like innocence we had left is eaten away by the cruelty of life. These days it is only getting worse; childhood seems to last only for a few years and soon children are no longer children, but smaller versions of adults, walking around swearing and spewing and talking about topics too old for them. And when they get older, they regret it for the rest of their lives, and regret ever saying I want to grow up.
Some are lucky. Some can escape the world for a few moments and wander into the recess of their minds, where all dreams and fantasies seem to come to life. Imagination is the on
Unwanted Guest"Finally!"Unwanted Guest in Scraps More Like This
I held up the paper in pride, obviously happy that I had for once managed to finish my homework. And about time too, it was already two in the morning?
There was no time to lose; snatching my things off my desk, I put the paper in my copybook, stuffed the latter in my already bulging bag, and turned off the lights. There... my parents didn't need to know I put off my homework again. Next time, I decided, I'm doing my assignments as soon as I get home bah, who was I kidding? I always said that, and did it ever happen? No.
Now where was that flashlight damnit, why hadn't I taken it out before turning the lights off? Maybe I should have it beside my bed next time, after all, my books were on the shelf right next to it no, then my sister would find it
I shivered, hugging my robe closer to myself. Odd... I could have sworn I closed the window. Ah well. After I've found the flashlight, then. Now where did I put it ? Ho