My story about stories (1)

Today two people told me, I should start compiling stories. I love hearing stories, writing stories, telling stories, and mostly just noticing the funny little things in life. My goal is to post a short true story every day for the next year. They will not be long, maybe only a paragraph, but they will be true, and remind you of life. I have been thinking about this idea for a while, so I decided to go for it. At some point, I hope to write novels about realistic people. Charles Dickens is my hero, because he wrote about realistic people.

Story (1)

When I was 10 or so, I went over to my aunts house with some of my siblings for the day, while my mom and dad were out doing things. We were playing outside, and picking flowers. Our mom had recently taught us how to suck nectar out of Henbit flowers and we discovered that the type in my aunt’s yard were Henbit. My siblings and I all began eagerly sucking. We soon noticed a HUGE patch of flowers and to our delight found them full of nectar. As we were sucking the stuff down, our aunt said, “Those are the flowers that grow over the septic tank.” We asked what that was, and she told us it was the place, where people’s poo went. We were horrified and spit the flowers out.

Published by brainchildgalore

I am an art enthusiast who loves many forms of art such as watercolor, drawing, writing, and much more. Here on my blog, I try to show a snippet of my hobbies and artistic endeavors. My life vision is to turn everything into an artistic version of itself, living a life that allows me to be the person God made me to be, and do my best work. Quote of the month "To see the person you will be in 5 years, examine the books you read, the TV shows you watch, and the friends you keep. They will show you a reflection of your future." - a wise person.

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