The scent of his cologne covered the area of the train that we are sitting in. He looks over in front of us on the floor, slowly moving to get up to go to whatever it is.
"What are you doing?" I ask
"Just hold on, he says fast while getting up out of his chair
He walks over near the front of the train and bend down. He put his hand under a train seat that had people sitting on but they got off at the last stop, he pulls what looks like a book from out under it.
"What is it?" I question
"It looks like the old man's Journal." He opened it to see that it belongs to Bradly Darragh. He opened to the first page, it's dated back in the 1939.
"That's when the world war two was happening," I gasped
The journal was written by a guy 78 years ago, it's written in cursive letters making it look neat. The journal explains what was happening at that time when he was writing it.
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Short stories.
RandomSo this book is just going to be full of short stories that I have written at school, I have stopped doing my narrative (one visit) because I wasn't liking how it was and I thought that if I do short stories then I'll be happier in which I am. So ho...
