Tom Riddle Sr. (not_lovesick) wrote in paragraffiti, @ 2008-11-04 03:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | gandalf, merope gaunt, tom riddle sr. |
I fell from my horse and I woke up to find myself in this place, and nothing here is how it should be and when I was out on the streets, there was this constant, strange feeling, as if all of the happiness had been drained away. It only ceased once I was pulled in through a door by a man who told me that this is America and that the year is 2005, 79 years into a future that I should not be witnessing.
This man near me was kind enough to show me how to use this thing and I must admit, it is quite unsettling. Not in a bad way, but in an unfamiliar way.
Can I not return home? Something must have pulled me here, correct? What was it? Does it have a name? If it was her I swear I’ll