He hung his head low,
Not daring to look up.
Though his mother wished upon a star so that he won't give up.
It had been a year since the day, where everything went wrong,
Not that he admitted that he didn't live up to be strong.
The wind growled in hunger, yelling at the boy,
The rain crashed at the window, not caring to destroy.
His eyes widened with fear and he jumped up,
Into the arms of his mother, whom smiled at her luck.
The wish had come true,
She smiled to her son, and caressed his cheek, with a wet stain too.
The boy learnt his lesson and she did as well.
That his pain won't lessen unless he willed to tell.
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Creative Writing
Short StoryAll of my favourite stories I've written in my English lessons for Creative Writing. If you want a change in the stories I write, read this! I've gotten the highest grades for them, and I'm quite proud. if you want to of course...
