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Patches (Part 4) by Lamentine, literature
Literature
Patches (Part 4)
8: The REAL Fun Begins
Gilbert woke up on a hard wooden floor. Sitting up, he massaged his stiff back as he took in his new surroundings. What a peculiar place he was in. The walls were covered in colourful green, navy, and burgundy patches and a strange light coming from the moon-shaped window tinted the room purple. Underneath the window was a spinning wheel along with a wooden worktable lined with sewing supplies. It looked as though whoever was working there was there recently because the table was still messy with light blue string strewn everywhere. The area surrounding the wheel was filled with plush toys, some empty, and some incomple
Patches (Part 3) by Lamentine, literature
Literature
Patches (Part 3)
5: Resentment
“Gilbert, wait! Come back here!” called Mr. Hayward.
Those words went straight through his ears. The crying boy scampered down the gravel path, ignoring the two voices calling out for him – both Hugh and Mr. Hayward’s. It didn’t matter to him anymore. He was not going to go back to that orphanage. Not after what he did to Mrs. Hayward. She was dead because of him. He didn’t want to admit the reality to himself, but Mr. Hayward lost his wife and it was his fault. Mr. Hayward loved her with all of his heart and he’d taken her away from him. The images of her death were permanently engraved
Patches (Part 2) by Lamentine, literature
Literature
Patches (Part 2)
4: We All Fall Down
Gilbert woke up to Hugh shaking his shoulder rapidly, whispering, “It’s time to wake up. The Haywards are downstairs.” He was crouching next to his bedside with an exasperated look on his face, continuing to shake his shoulder although Gilbert was already awake. “You need to get up so we can go into the r…” Hugh drifted off mid-sentence, remembering that some of the children were up and about around him. “The you know what.”
“What are you talking about?” he wondered. “And stop shaking me. I’m awake.”
“You cloud-headed ninny!” Every
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Patches (Part 5 END) by Lamentine, literature
Literature
Patches (Part 5 END)
10: Return to the True World
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Horror Story: Patches the Rabbit by Lamentine, literature
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