PROMT PICTURE By Duna Mas

It’s a rainy autumn day, the back to school. The birds don’t sing, they are dead.
The school is shrouded in grey clouds, as usual. Around the door there are
depressed and discouraged teenagers.
The bell rings indicating the beginning of class. The day has just begun. Leave
your imagination behind. They’re going to cut your wings.

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  1. Omar6 de junio de 2018, 4:33

    I like so much this story. You are a very good writer, keep it up! ❤️

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  2. Daniel6 de junio de 2018, 4:39

    This girl will be a good writer. She describes the situation very well. Good Job!

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