"Love..." Astra wrote in her paper. "Love is a feeling in every living thing..." She crumbled the paper and threw it in a bin next to her old work desk. She was getting stressed out. She closed her eyes made herself breathe to calm down, opened them back up, and look down at the blank page. "Let's try this again" Astra told herself. "Love is what God created to enjoy and..." She couldn't find the next thing to say. She threw it in the bin. Astra became frustrated.
"Why is writing so stressful!?" Astra yelled. "I can't do it!" Her rage was burning up into a bonfire. She looked over at her candle that was still lit and then her notebook appeared in the corner of her eye. Astra looked at it for a second and then sighed. "You know what," She told herself. "I think I'm gonna go to bed".
Astra sat up from her creaky chair and walked over to her bed with the candle in her hand. She sat on the comfy, soft, and creaky bed, and blew out the candle making the room pitch black. Astra went to sleep.
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My Star
Historical FictionIn a cold, November, night of 1865, not far from town, a wealthy woman, Astra, and a slave for her father, Amadi, lay on the grass staring at the stars together. They both turned their head and looked into each others eyes and smiled. They both lead...
