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Submitted to Contest #253
in the days of olden times back to the school younger days when preferred studying and reading books and didn't have many friends,as one s study and books were important ,and top subject for her was English,this was back in the olden days of the 1980s ,sure she had been bullied at school for her study and books instead of being with the crowd.as time went by and the high school years have started and gone,mum asked 'what are you to do in life ,she only replied 'not sure ,maybe just read in the library,and so her mum worked on getting her wor...
Submitted to Contest #251
reading books brings peace of mind and warmth,throughout the body.,and the mind,when I envision reading a book in the story I envision myself in the storythatare filled with all details and pictures,and my favourite s are crime novels.especially on a stormy night.however,it was not always like that,at a younger age there was a time I wanted to be an author,though things changed now days for book publishing but discovered self publishing and submitted my first book and started writing for many online publishing on social media,now my goal is ...
a lady sitting through night reading as usual,and down stairs in the unit below ,she hears the old woman Eva,rambling away and who Eva does not usually have any care worker or a friend visiting through night,so the book lady finds this rambling of eva quite annoying and several times she hears Eva rambling nonsense and opening and closing her door repeatedly while the book lady tried to piece together of Eva's conservation through night and knowing Eva is quite unwell some time with mental health and thinks she could one mutter words from Ev...
Submitted to Contest #249
the air was warm.it was the same feeling she had when she had walked out of the office.sun shining on her,this time she saw Alfred.she sighed,thinking of him made her miss him more .she wished he were here,its been seven years since the incident of his death,since the first meeting up and that incident felt still the same,but different today.the regret of today to gratitude,took five years to get there,.but she was happy now.and was able to get there,and still feeling his warmth of his tender arms and those stupid arguments over the little t...
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