Hi! I'm Afternoon Acothley. This story is about how I, Afternoon, made my dreams my reason for success. I agree that yes, success looks for you if you put into whatever you like much of hard work, love, and diligence, as these are the magic ingredients; spices to your success. Sure, everyone can earn success with these, but do you know that all the successful persons that you know and those you don't have all got a backstory of their own, here's mine...
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As a young girl, I loved writing - it was my hobby. I loved writing, stories, and poems alike. I used to make my very own essays, speeches, songs and plays as well. This was a very useful hobby, whenever I found time, I would scribble something into my little notebook, so, whenever I needed these for my homework, I would get a fresh piece of my work, which everyone around me appreciated. All this began after I started reading. In my young days, people called me 'dreamy', and my teachers would describe me to be 'dozing off in between classes'. This was because I would cook up a story in my mind whenever I was bored, and later I would scribble, or illustrate those ideas in my little notebook. Yes, I was good at art too, so I could illustrate pictures in my pieces of literature without getting help from a professional illustrator, and my art was good, too.
When I was about thirteen, I decided that I would publish my own written work, cause that's what I am good at, and I knew that the readers would enjoy reading and using it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I could create my pictures too, and I knew that becoming a writer was a very suitable job for me. I mean, I do enjoy whipping up a story in my free time and writing, so why not publish 'em? I began by writing short stories and poems to be published in the school magazine which were an instant hit. We students too had a weekly magazine of our own, which contained our artwork, literature, news, fashion tips, facts, cooking, and so on, which would be circulated to the school. A friend of my own was the editor of the magazine that year, so I decided - why not give my literature to them? I made my pictures, and I let my friends design their pictures, and we published the most creative and attractive piece that showed the theme of the work. I had a huge fanbase at school.
My neighbors too quite enjoyed my work. I had a whole cupboard for my work - a shelf for poetry, another for novels, another one for short stories and dramas, and the bottommost one for my speeches and essays. My drawers were filled with my art pieces. I do remember that some of my neighbors would come to my house to read some of them, while others came to learn from me or get a speech or essay for school.
My parents were quite proud of me, as I did my work well without using their help. I made many friends after bonding over my literature pieces, and we would discuss our ideas and sometimes even write a story together. My sister described me as a 'Barbie' or her 'Practically Perfect at Everything' sister to name a few, which were quite annoying names. I mean, I sure could bake, draw, paint, study, do my homework on my own, and such. I did have good grammar, and I was athletic, too. And to top it all, I had blonde hair (platinum, not golden blonde!!), which were, of course, my crazy sister's crazy opinions. And blue eyes...
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Another Wave of Dreams
SachbücherA young girl named Afternoon tries her best to make one of her many dreams come true. She works hard day and night to get her dream to a name more significant than just a dream. Alongside the hope and assurance that she will get the wings of her dre...