Once upon a time there was a girl that had a book for a heart. It wasn’t a novel but a work of short stories, for she understood that even fairy tales have more than just one in them. Inside the cover you would find chapters filled with ink that could tug on the corners of your lips to reveal a smile, and some pages where the words were so smudged you could tell she was trying to wash them away.
As the numbers on the bottom of those pages progressed, the tales grew into a series of horror stories that frightened her. So she locked it up, placed it in a casket and ran into the woods where a mound of dirt without a tombstone became its’ library and home.
But nothing stays buried forever, and she couldn’t continue to live like a cowardly Lioness without a heart.
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