Genre Short Story. Page - 69

‘What happened next?’ Jake said excitedly, we were sitting in the middle of lounge room on the soft old shag carpet in a circle, the lounge room was painted with a pearly white paint which was peeling off. There were four kids sitting on the floor, Nick, Jane, Jake and Nina, they were watching and waiting eagerly to hear what happened next in the story.

This short story is written from the view of a Half caste Maori woman in the 1800s, in the aftermath of her husbands death she struggles with the restraints of her culture and her very being. It contrasts the Western beliefs with the more naturalistic ones of the Maori people.

Esta historia la comenze a escribir pensando en una persona en particular que tuvo fama y dinero, murio joven y nunca tuvo una segunda oportunidad en el amor, en esta historia tiene una segunda oportunidad para amar...

I believe the life is kept coming back. I also believe the people we meet up with this time, this life. They must have connected with our previous reincarnation. You may not agree. However, you can give it a go and think about it. The reason why the people were born to be like this, or that ! Must it be a reason ??????? Or it is called : the cause and consequence !!!!!!!

A couple weeks ago, my friend had a near-death experience. And I was scared. I thought he'd be gone. So I wrote about this. A few years ago, his family and my family took a vacation, and he and I built a sand castle. We didn't say much to each other that day, but it's a day that I'll never forget.

My baby sister get to read what I write. Shes the most none bookish person you ever met.

15 Word Short Story

I know it sounds a bit stupid but you might like it hopefuly.... It might be amateur, but you know it will help my spirit if you comment. No pressure!

Burning with no choice but sadness The scent calls me in I listen to then calling Chiming their symphony of hate Dew wets the grass I walk a deadly path Slipping through the trees I do it all with ease There stood before me Is the prey that I desire Now I feel the hunters fire I circle closer Keeping him in sight I circle closer don’t want him to put up a fight I take my fill I leave him still I am the hunter And my job is done