writing stories., They were her escape from reality. She always wished that a man would come and save her like they always do in the stories. Well, she got her wish. Emica entered a small writing scho
Read Nowcreative fiction and nonfiction output. That summer, their school opened a competition about writing a story- blog where it will be followed by the school’s students and others who find the story very
Read Nowfor me to be creative, ultimately finding out that I can make and invent stories of my own. As my skill advanced from the traditional stick figures, I needed a challenge and by the age of eight, I
Read Nowfor half of it. A garden and a parking space took up the other half. The price tag was 10 million, which was cheap compared to similar properties in the area. The market value was no less than 20 mil
students. There are hundreds around my age and dozens more that are clearly several years older. I guess that makes sense for a city of half a million people. I eat my fill on the school's breakfas
Read Nowfor some time. They were all quite happy, expressing that this was an experience that was hard to come by, and that it was very interesting. With this batch of high-level teachers (probably the highe
students who had already made plans to go to karaoke or a movie with their friends. Several couples had also made plans to go on dates. It was like nobody cared about the essay competition. It was
Read Nowcollege. Same time Mehendi enters the room. By seeing her, chahat remembers she attended the audition, sorry I forgot. "Are you got selected in audition" ?. For that she keeps the box on the table.
Read Nowcollege in Seoul and majored in creative writing. It was not one of the top universities, but I had a good life at that time because I could do what I enjoy doing." "That's right. I think I heard tha
Read Nowfor some more time before heading to their respective homes. ONE YEAR LATER Shradha walked into Computer Science department. She had to meet the dean of the department regarding her project.
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