I remember the cold, crisp days in the of the winter chill in the mountains when I would to play with the neighborhood kids. I often think about how so strange it is when you are a child that you never even seem to get cold.
When I was a little girl, my family and my sister...
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1 short boy versus the crowdâ€¦
I have attempted write a different type of a story which is in fact very different from short children stories you have read. The story starts off well like an ordinary story but in the middle takes a very different turn which gives rise to a cinematic type o...
my story is the imagination of when i was 8 years old. it takes you to a world of opputunity and dreams, where anything is possible. read, close your eyes and imagine for yourself. see if it makes you feel childish, silly and happy.
Carla has a lot going on her mind as a seventeen year old. But that summer everything changes. Carla goes to visit her ninety-three year old neighbor, Old Man Johnson, and nothing will ever be the same.