write a story : imagine you are going to enter a writing competition write a real or imaginary personal story
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When i sit on my bed I watch a unicorn that wants me to go with him to neverland, I accept and we have fun, we played with some films characters, we have dinner with them, but i saturated to be sad because i remembered to my fathers, that they could stay searching me, so i had to go home, my mother said that where i was so i told her and now we go on holladas to neverland
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Sleepless memories
The cigarette in my hand is the only light allowing me to see the shadows of my balcony. Slowly I rest my lips on the filter, inhaling deeply, I feel the burning pressure in my throat as the smoke fills my lungs. I wait a few seconds before letting the fume be released in the midnight air. I sigh in relief, my shoulders relax and a small shiver runs down my bare spine. It's cold, a steady breeze caressing my sensitive skin. I should be sleeping, but the nighmare keeps me awake, in a sleepy and fuzzy haze. The same nightmare that tortures me every night. It wouldn't be a problem if the nightmare was just a figment of my somehow messed up fantasy, but the re-occurring dream is a memory, a trauma that I haven't processed. I can still hear my screams echo in my head. It's strange, I should be an average teen, going to school and worrying about the boys or girls that I might have a crush on. Yet I'm here, a sixteen year old girl, smoking on the balcony of her house, where she lives on her own, and on the verge of tears. She had run away from her house, to scared to stay. Since then she'd been living in an abandoned house, that nobody even payed attention to. She worked in a local cafe, washing dishes and smoking on her break. A sixteen year old, living like a 40 year old widdow, trying to survive yet another sleepless night.
EXCLAIMER: This story is not real, it's all invented and is not based on any true circumstances.