Hi, everyone.
As you've all guessed by now, it's that time of year again. Winter, the season of Christmas and after a few days, another year for us to welcome. I would like to take this moment to thank the people who's existence means a lot to me.
First off, to the dear person who made me write. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be writing this or even take up writing as a hobby at all. You inspired me to do my best, and this is my way of saying thank you.
To my friends in Facebook, particularly two people (you two know who you are), I know you all have your own schedules and priorities to do, but the time you spend in reading and commenting on my work really means a lot to me. It only took a single like and comment from you guys to make me write more, so thanks for your unending support and hopefully you continue to do so in the near future.
To my friends in Wattpad, I know it's only been a year or so since I met you guys, and you're all awesome whom I got to meet here and it is a fun experience talking with you (even though sometimes you do most of the talking and I just listen). I want to thank you for helping me become comfortable in Wattpad, so cheers to us who are here!
Now that I'm done about the thanking part, I would now move on about the short simple synopsis of this project. Writers are human beings. We may write out of pure imagination at some point, but we seldom realize that a part of us is being taken in the small pages of our stories. Our experience, our sadness and tears, our qualms and pains, everything. We may not know which of these are in the story, but it's there.
This is my story. If you read between the lines, I'm sure you'll see who I am for the past year.
Once again, thank you and thus I officially start my Winter Project.
-MyScribbledStories
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Letters For Tessie
Ficção AdolescenteTyler Machalloway, an ordinary 18 year old boy has his plate quite full with problems: his family, going back to school, his trouble dealing with people most especially himself. With no one to tell his qualms and worries, he starts writing to his ol...
