Ode to a Playground


She looked around and walked to a place with two poles stood. Poles with rusty lumps. She held those rusty poles. The wind blew her hair.
“Higher, Tammy, higher, hahahaha.”
“Are you sure, Story? I’ll swing you to the sky! Hahahaha.” Continue reading


Sweet Sixteen

painting8It was Story’s birthday. There was no big party. Some gifts still piled on the table, beside her computer. She was more interested to open her emails than open the gifts. She had special email address that she opened only on her birthday. Opening these special emails was activity that she waiting for every year. She looked for the subject of “Gift for 2014”. Click!

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