Guess what he told me today! I saw him when he left the building.... I will never forget that day. It changed my life...
How do you write a short story? Do you start with a description of the weather, some characters that you want to include or do you simply say something original.
I hereby invite you to write the first two paragraphs of a short story.
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The leaves were all dead. The air was cold. The wind blew softly by all the houses in our streat, exploring each one at time. The trees had done their beautiful explotions of colours. Green, red, yellow and orange. Just a few of the orange leaves was still henging on, ready to let go and hit the ground. The wind was exploring the leaves as well as the houses, both the once on the ground and the once who were still henging in the trees, scared to let go.
Our neighbourhood is so quiet, you could hear a mouse walk around. It has not always been like that, now let me tell you what happened.
Once upon a time there was a man who lived in an old house up in the Mountains. He was around 30 years old and lived for just one thing. And that was freeskiing, it was the one reason why he lived in the mountains. Every day he would cary his skiis up on the mountain and make a huge jump, of lovly powder snow. He practised on different trix every day, flips, spins and some nice grabs. So you understand that he has a big arsenal of trix too pull off, that made him strong in the compititions. However on the world rankings he is the second from a 19year old..... whats next?
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