by Jadon

bridge couldn’t talk or report trespassers

Here piggy, piggy

She and Peris had figured out how to trick the house

She had gotten a new hoverboard, and tricked it up

Good night.” “Sweet dreams, Tally,” said the room

The grass was high, it was never cold

Without her interface ring, she was invisible to vehicles

beneath a row of weeping willows

Garbo Mansion was fat, bright, and loud

the story grabs you and doesn't let go