My Writing Path:
I draw a line with my lines, sometimes it bends, sometimes it stretches.!
The same goes for the white papers I have, some colored and some blank. !
Every day I see countless entertaining stories in the film world, some stories are true and some are fake.!
Things that happen in my world, some happen in person, some happen in the inner circle. !
A memory that will forever dig, write it down? Or draw in color?
There was a time when I thought that!
My path is not made by God, nor by a keeper. !
The sound of distance, the movements of my writing The sight is enough to see the writing,
Many images are needed to explore its thoughts.!
I don't know how to write stories in a way that everyone likes.
I write content for myself!
This is "The Path of My Writing."
A story for your peace of mind!
One is a story writer, he writes stories every day.
But he would not keep a site or a file folder of his own,
He writes stories day by day, writes stories about friends, teachers, journalists,
He spent many years like this,
One day his friend brought a newspaper and gave it to him, in which the stories written by you have appeared, he was amazed to see the newspaper.
The first page had his story and the last page had news that surprised him.
He immediately called his journalist friend and told him about the amazing news, to which he also said yes.
The story he wrote many years ago!
White paper!
Bright white paper in the day!
I have never seen God's life writing!
I have never seen the signature written by Mom and Dad!
I see the writing of learned reason!
In your form!
This is "The Path of My Writing."
About the Creator
Sanjeevi
Enchanting tales spun by a creative mind, intertwining imagination and reality. Stories that captivate, inspire, and transport you to extraordinary realms.
Dog Number 13
May 15, 2023 Strange things are happening. Good-strange, bad-strange, and strange-strange. For starters, me and all my litter mates are able to stand. Some of us can even wiggle around in a clumsy manner. I say wiggle because it isn’t quite walking but it isn’t quite crawling. We just sort of stand and wiggle and fall and take a few steps and then crawl and then get up again. It is in this manner we are able to move around to some degree and explore our surroundings. Naturally we cannot go far. Which is ok, I suppose, because I am very small and I need my mother for food and my siblings to keep me warm and I feel very loved and comforted by them in some way, so I don’t know why I would need to go very far. Having four legs, I must admit, is very strange. It is not a surprise to me that it is challenging to coordinate them to move in the order they need to move. But I can get around a little bit, my eyes can stay open for much longer periods of time now, and it is easier to understand what is happening. So this is new.
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