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Up, down, across. I twisted my string and connected it to another. The strings were sturdy and thick. They created the web, sturdy and strong. Though my web does not trap flys, oh no, my web is meant for people. To pull them in and immerse them in wonder. My web began to form, my web of imagination, my web of excitement, my web of mystery. The silver threads whispered to me as I twisted and placed them. Sunlight glinted through the leaves. The strings shimmered and sparkled.
Up, down, across. I spun my web. Up, down, across. My web of words.
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Drips and Drabbles
القصة القصيرةThis is a book full of the things that go through my head everyday, Poems, Short Storys, Picture Writing, Dedicated Paragraphs, and a few Challenges and Competitions. I hope you enjoy this little collection of misfits and feel relaxed and happy once...
