Amig @ s @ s blogger I present a new journal of short stories I found. The author is Nuria and his name "There once was a story."
I'm not sure how presentároslo, so I'll use his own words:
Once there was an inquisitive child with all the luck on their side. This came the same day born and it was none other than having a father with the answer to the questions most unlikely that she could imagine.
- Dad why all the stories enpiezan for "once upon a time"? Is that now there stories?
- Sure! - Said his father sitting in the seat of her daughter as she watched from the bed - but the stories are fleeting like a magician's wand, which becomes a blaze in a bouquet of flowers. They glow of imagination in the mind of a child vanishes in the time it takes to blink. And open your eyes no longer tale to become reality.
Zaida blinked and opened my eyes another story was born.
- Dad why all the stories enpiezan for "once upon a time"? Is that now there stories?
- Sure! - Said his father sitting in the seat of her daughter as she watched from the bed - but the stories are fleeting like a magician's wand, which becomes a blaze in a bouquet of flowers. They glow of imagination in the mind of a child vanishes in the time it takes to blink. And open your eyes no longer tale to become reality.
Zaida blinked and opened my eyes another story was born.
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