I hope it’s okay to repost my short story on the Writing Writers. Usually, I don’t share my work online for fear that everyone will think it’s terrible, even when I think and I know I’m a pretty good writer. Enjoy!
A writing prompt from https://dreamersdreamsblog.wordpress.com/
It was a cold day. Snowflakes settled on the windows, each with their own glittering patterns. The whole Earth was covered in snow, as a blanket shielding the planet and providing it with warmth. There was only one voice that whispered in my voice, time and time again. “Who are you?” it asked. “Where do you come from?” and all I could say was, “I don’t know.” I really didn’t. The world was spinning, and yet I didn’t understand. I didn’t understand where I was and what I was doing here.
I opened my eyes to the sound of my mom bringing hot chocolate up to my room. There was nothing I wanted more than a hot drink that would soothe my dry lips and heal my numb fingers. I longed to hold the cup. That’s when I saw something I had never seen before. There…
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