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Creative Fiction Stories
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Once upon a time, In a Christmas tree toy store, a woman called Nancy Williams bought a large glass ball. She felt sorry for it as the ball had a share, however, She had so much kindness and regret, that brought it home and hung it on the tree in the most prominent place. Nancy believed that a new member of the Christmas tree would be taken as a dood friend. When the woman came in, all the Christmas tree toys froze in an anticipation of something and began to look at her purchase curiously.
ОтветитьУдалитьMost of toys hanging on a marvelous tree had been considering themselves as the most magnificent. They were blue, yellow, white, red, sparkling Christmas toys. Unfortunately, these balls didn`t have such warm heart as their owner and they accused the new one as something big and unnecessary on the tree, as it was spoiling the view with its scar.
However, when the light was off, the Christmas toy was shining and sparkling with so much gloss, that others stopped talking unpleasant things anymore about the most gorgeous tree toy, they had ever seen. And now they are proud of the fact they have an opportunity to be with so wounded but charming Christmas ball.
In winter's hush, the world turns white,
ОтветитьУдалитьBlankets of snow in the soft moonlight.
Trees wear crystals, a shimmering crown,
While whispers of frost settle gently down.
The air is crisp, with a bite so clear,
As laughter dances, bringing warmth near.
Footprints crunch on the frozen ground,
In this quiet season, peace can be found.
Hot cocoa steaming, a cozy delight,
By the fire’s glow, we gather each night.
Winter’s embrace, both gentle and bold,
A time for stories and memories told.
Omg, wonderful!
УдалитьThe moon, a silver sickle in the night,
ОтветитьУдалитьSlices the darkness, sharp and cold and bright.
Its light, a whispered promise, soft and low,
Across the sleeping world, begins to flow.
My face performs some kind of joy,
ОтветитьУдалитьAnd you may think that I enjoy
This world which full of hopelessness,
But all I feel is loneliness.
I keep this feeling in my soul,
Sometimes it gets out of control
But anyway, you all should know
My hart is cold like winter snow.
All the stars are born on the sky,
ОтветитьУдалитьwhere they never die and fly.
In the moonlit sea, a ghostly dance,
ОтветитьУдалитьA jellyfish floats, lost in a trance