Fateful Renaissance
The abandoned amusement park was supposed to be torn down years ago, but it still stood at the edge of town like a forgotten memory. No one went there anymore, at least no one I knew. But that night, something pulled me towards it, like a magnet I couldn’t resist. Maybe it was the moon, hanging full and bright over the rusted ferris wheel, or the whispering wind that seemed to call my name. Read more