As a kid I thought that this abandoned house on the outskirts of town was haunted.
remember going once to investigate with my friends after dark. Hiding in the bushes in the garden we saw shadows moving behind the broken window of the old tower that crowned a of its corners, and suddenly we heard screaming and yelling they did to get us scurrying in terror.
None of us go back to the house until some years later ... when we find that more than a haunted house was a house with charm for youngsters passionate ...
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I know he had almost a month without posting anything, I was not very inspired lately. But as I started the creative writing workshop will try not to take so long to post from now, because every day we write stuff in the workshop.
today's exercise was "The Tandem Rider", a technique which consists of a short story appearing in the two words that had previously thrown into a bag (one per student). The hand pulled innocent "child" and "tower." And this has been the short story that happened to me. As you can see is fresh from the oven! To see what you think.
Kisses to all.
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