I'm Issy.
I'm 14 and an aspiring artist and author.
Black Lives matter.
Bi puns
Murder mystery TV shows
Shakespeare poetry
I can't even be bothered writing them all down
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Prologue of a Story

February 28, 2021


The man weaved back and forth like a light drunk moth around a lamp. The reason Amber Harmon was in a warehouse parking lot at 3:00 AM, standing by a sign saying "Off limits", alone bar the stranger, is another thing. But we'll get to that. Amber couldn't help but be fascinated by the way he moved: drunkenly and in useless circles. She knew that if she valued her life, the smart thing to do would be to run and not turn back, but Amber had always loved adventure. Ever since she was a little girl, she had wanted to do everything independently and do everything that could be done. At age four and a half Amber discovered a drain with the grate off. Needless to say, the fire-brigade had had a stern word with her parents upon Amber's reresection from the depths of the drain's muddy pipe.


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