Tiny sparkly fragile snowflakes began to fall in what seemed to be the first ever white Christmas in 25 years. Could this be a new dawn or another lonely Christmas? Ever since he walked out the door 25 eves ago, I have not heard of him, not a bit.Christmas after Christmas, my heart crumbled in loneliness and lamentations of what I could’ve done then. All that’s left are the memories etched in my heart. I opened my eyes with all the hopes and prayers this Christmas and there it lay my favourite little trinket box. Could it be him?
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Tiny sparkly fragile snowflakes began to fall in what seemed to be the first ever white Christmas in 25 years. Could this be a new dawn or a...
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At a far corner of my mansion garden, there my beloved was, strolling, enjoying the soft cool breeze that blew the vines of the old wil...
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A am still in the process of learning about life... Constantly gaining knowledge which enriches my soul.. As my experience becomes richer, I seek to use them to enrich the lives of others and to the glory of God. I believe that no matter what the difficulties are, as have a firm believe in ourselves and in God, nothing is impossible. Impossible is not a word but a concept to stifle our creativity and journey beyond our imagination.
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"Christmas gift"
or
"Hope"
My ending:
Then the jingle played.
Thanks Melur... awesome!!
Story sets a nostalgic mood. Could be a wife waiting for her husband to return or even a son that had left behind a lonely parent.If it had been two siblings,the brother (somehow the familiar jingle indicates a male's gesture) was playing their favourite childhood jingle. And of course the trinket box was a gift from brother to sister. We are kept wondering why he took it along with him.
My version of an ending intends to give the story 'hope'- all is forgiven & reunion time.
Looking forward to another of your weekly story☺☺
Looking forward to another of your weekly story☺☺
wow! that's really a wonderful analysis of the story... hmmm..... i wonder who could it be that she was waiting for...
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