Story Number 93


kunstwerk Frank Halmans januari 2008

Hi There!

Today I woke up and I remember his kisses

Once upon a time there was a big, tall, long white wall right there between
those trees. Time went by and then a girl stood up before the wall. She
felt something, her hand wanted to do something and so she did. She asked a
question, in fact, she wrote it on the wall. A week went by and this old
man read the question and he answered it and also added something else a little
drawing. Later on, that drawing got a comment. You know where am I going with
this right? 


Published by: sserrat

I'm the new black, but in color and that color is all the words that come up from inside my head. Fact: This Blog is for me to feel like a real writer. It's just like the feeling that the characters from the movie "you got mail" felt when those words appeared on the screen, that's how I feel when I clicked on P.U.B.L.I.S.H.E.D. That's just a great feeling. I can't see myself no writing in the sense of forever. Writing is magic and when you read me becomes true and when you comment starts to scream. I just love it. A place to be, to let myself go.

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