I am a key. Old and silver, rusted and ornate. This is my story. My mistress always held me on her person. I belong to an old cabinet where she kept her prized possessions. Her only baby’s hair. Her mother’s pearl necklace. Her husband’s best cufflinks. She had a hard life. Her baby died from cholera at the age of 3. Her husband was killed fighting to set people free, and her mother lived on only in memory.1
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no offense but it wasnt much of a story maybe you could go into detail
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Ohh.....
This is very good. It is mysterious, and very well written for such a short piece. I hope you are going to write a little more about this, maybe make a full story, as I would love to read more!
It had lovely imagery, and it was brilliant, well done!
~Miranda
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intriguing
I like this. Are you going to continue it? There is a lot of room for expansion with this one as well. Bravo, and keep up the good work!
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