I am officially bored. Anyone want to write a story?

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I am bored, so I figured, why not write a story and then let others add to it, so here it is. Reagan was reading a rather large book of fairytales. Her fingers gripped the white laced covered, powder pink cover of the book. Someone had covered their fingers with red paint and left finger prints right in the center of the book. Bothered by the fact that someone would defile such a beautiful thing, she placed her fingers on the marks wishing she could make is go away. Suddenly a swirl of color began to swirl from around her fingers, and a suction pulled her fingers through the colors. The swirl grew and as she dropped the book to the bed, it quickly covered the mattress. "Someone help me!" she screamed, knowing that no one would answer. Within seconds she was falling into the swirl. A vortex at the bottom opened, spitting her out and into a cart of straw being drawn by a horse. A castle loomed in the distance, and emerald green grass and trees lined the dirt path. "Where am I?" she asked herself.