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There once sat a little girl with a cheap red balloon given to her by a street vender.
She always sat high upon the ledge of a very tall brick apartment building.
Since her dark red balloon wasn’t tied at the opening, she would blow it up and let it deflate over and over again.
Which amused her to no end.
High up on an apartment building, sitting on a windowsill, puffing on the dark red balloon.
Do you think that she is afraid of heights?
Is it because you are afraid of heights?
The wind blows her curly red rendered hair and cools her face.
Happy little girl sitting on a high up ledge on a tall tall building puffing on the dark red balloon.
She isn’t afraid because it’s her home.
She sits in her place all the time, minding her own.
The other people passing by don’t talk to her.
Others wonder who she belongs to.
She watches them walking by her ignoring the questioning glances.
She looks down upon them up on her ledge with legs dangling from the tallest window.
As if to judge them on looks alone.
She isn’t afraid because this is her home.
She isn’t afraid because this is her home.
Where all the people leave her alone.

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Victoria O’Donnell

v.odonnell8985@gmail.com (Make the subject line say VAOcreative)

Creative Writing Exercise

There once was a little girl who dreamed of going to Ireland. When she thought of places that she wanted to go she but she could only think of the lovely Bannfoot in northern Ireland. It was some sort of calling; something that she needed to do. “There is more to life thank living here in Sacramento!” Thoughts like this always seemed to enter her mind. She thought that it was for a reason, and little did she know it was for a reason. Mary thought about going to the Sacramento Executive Airport. She thought of a cousin that she has that worked for the Avondale train station in Clarkson GA. He knew everything about trains and traveling alike. She thought of calling him. Maybe even texting him… “I could send him an email.” She thought. She always wanted to go to Stone Mountain Park but she didn’t have her heart set on going down south. She didn’t have her heart set on being where she was. What is it what Mary wants?

This is something that is a work in progress, a sample of work to come. Since this is just a taste of writing remember to contact me at my personal

email: v.odonnell8985@gmail.com

If you would like to have me take a look at something you write feel free to send me a email here at: magicthinker8985@gmail.com

If you would like to discuss anything freelance or business related then

email me here at: tragicthinker8985@gmail.com

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