The warm summer air hits my face as I open the door. The heat of the sun makes me sweat. The summer birds sing their morning song.
The plants look lively today.
I sit on a chair under an oak tree. I set my music up and put on my headphones.
The peacefulness of the summer is joyful. No more school. No more work. No more crowded buses. Just peace and a day full of opportunities.
What can I do today? I clicked pause on my music to get a glass of juice with ice cubes. The refreshing liquid fills my mouth. The ice cold drink passes through my throat which makes me cough.
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The Story That Births All Stories (Short Stories)
RandomFrom the depths of writings to the low of ... I don't know ... This is a set of short stories that I have been making over the past few months to improve my writing.
