I remembered that night, lighting striked in the sky, trees shaded the ground, bushes were swinging as if demons were hiding behind them.
'Fifth!' I signed. It was the fifth card i'd received this week. The card was sent anonymously, for the few past days, i had been thinking who was behind the curtains, sending me these Penana mini writing competition invitations and left. I was devastated,what should i do?
I knew everyone appreciated my composition, however I was not ready to publish, not even a single word. And who was that, left me without a word.
In the end, I relinquished.
Knock Knock, who's there? 'I'm Mr.E, where's your short writing competition assignment? I've reminded you for the past few days!'
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