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The Cottage Fairy And Her Dolls
Chapter 1
- My first friend -
When the angry winds were blowing throughed the thick grasses , something revealed, something big-there's a little cottage stand in the middle of the forest. There, you can see a slim shadow moving with a long black tail. When she walks out the sunshine, you can see and you would stare at her fresh face and long black hair. She is a very quiet woman, never talks or speaks, her mouth is always closed and dry like a desert without water. As she walks out with her coat and her hands rubbing while her breaths landed at her hands. Her cottage is hidden behind the huge trees and lush grasses, no one knows her, she doesn’t know her, too, she has no name. And the woman's heart is also as chill as the weather, no one ever warms her and melts her cold heart.
Every morning, she wakes up with a messy haircut. Combs her hair? That is not the most important thing for her in the morning, she probably doesn't want to waste her precious one hour on that unnecessary haircut. Nobody would see her beauty face and haircut or even say a thing to her, nobody. Only the colorful chicken in front of the window, that's been her clock for a long time.
The days passed one by one, time by time.She doesn’t have to race with the time, because she has no goals and people to love, but her heart does racing with times, and it fails. Finally, she finally looked straight into the mirror. The big mirror shows her long hair, her pretty face and her dry lips. "I am so cold." She...
- My first friend -
When the angry winds were blowing throughed the thick grasses , something revealed, something big-there's a little cottage stand in the middle of the forest. There, you can see a slim shadow moving with a long black tail. When she walks out the sunshine, you can see and you would stare at her fresh face and long black hair. She is a very quiet woman, never talks or speaks, her mouth is always closed and dry like a desert without water. As she walks out with her coat and her hands rubbing while her breaths landed at her hands. Her cottage is hidden behind the huge trees and lush grasses, no one knows her, she doesn’t know her, too, she has no name. And the woman's heart is also as chill as the weather, no one ever warms her and melts her cold heart.
Every morning, she wakes up with a messy haircut. Combs her hair? That is not the most important thing for her in the morning, she probably doesn't want to waste her precious one hour on that unnecessary haircut. Nobody would see her beauty face and haircut or even say a thing to her, nobody. Only the colorful chicken in front of the window, that's been her clock for a long time.
The days passed one by one, time by time.She doesn’t have to race with the time, because she has no goals and people to love, but her heart does racing with times, and it fails. Finally, she finally looked straight into the mirror. The big mirror shows her long hair, her pretty face and her dry lips. "I am so cold." She...
