The store was dark and huge; he thought its ideal to steal. He crept out of his hidden place. Deep in larceny, he woke up himself in jail. He never realised the cameras were on in the dark. His first burglary turned into last one and vowed never to bet on.
This Post is written for Day#11 of NaBloPoMo which challenges you to a blog post every single day in November. This is a great opportunity to publish posts daily, meet other bloggers, and try something new.
I write a lot, which keeps me off the streets and out of trouble. There is always something to write about, always a new story to craft. Not writing, for me, is like trying to hold back a sneeze. Learning to write was the most powerful influence in my life. I can still remember the awe I felt when I realized I could put real words onto paper and tell out a story. From that first ‘a-ha’ moment I knew I wanted to write.
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