Contest: Write nine beautiful lines with a twist. Sponsored by Constance La France.
I dreamt about an old Victorian house that was abandoned It was dilapidated and left vacant for years and was starting to decay It was hidden down a long dirt driveway aligned with overgrown lilac trees The grounds were overgrown grass that resembled a field of wildflowers I decided to look inside, the front door was unlocked, and I let myself in I entered a beautiful parlor with floor to ceiling bookcases and wingback chairs Sticking out was a rare Charles Dicken's book, I took it and sat in a chair to read I fell asleep until I awakened in my bed as I noticed the rare book in my hand Where did the book come from, was I really in that old Victorian house?
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