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Submitted to Contest #88
Once upon a time, when people used to listen to the stories that the wind wanted to share with them, there was a boy born in Fionia island, in Denmark. ‘Which boy?’ and ‘Why is this boy from such an old time so special to know about?’ These are two questions that may come to mind while reading these lines. And then again there is another thought which will most probably come to your mind. ‘Oh, it’s a fairy tale. No time for fairy tales. Time is running, clock is ticking.’ ‘The wind telling stories... this is fairy tales for young, really yo...
Submitted to Contest #87
The day I was born is not clearly defined. Not even today. Difficult as it may seem, this sad event accompanying my birth is totally reasoned. You see, on the day I was born, half the world followed the ten month calendar of Ancient Rome, whereas the other half had already adopted the Gregorian calendar, the one most people use all over the world nowadays. Now of course you may raise your eyebrows. How could something like that ever be possible? When was I born? Well, you guessed it right. I was born in a year, which lies approximately 4...
Submitted to Contest #86
The winter was harsher than what people could remember. The temperature kept falling and the sun seemed to have forever hidden in his castle, with no intention to come and visit his friends, the playful clouds, even for a quick hide and seek onto the grey yard of the sky.Life kept running in its daily errands, covered in a blanket of depression. Time had already sent the order for the weather to be milder, but the command had been neglected. The calendar was in March, yet the freezing cold did not leave its fortress.The older ones had starte...
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