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I remember how it all began, with the birds chirping some ways away. At that time, things were peaceful in my somewhat large village. Everyone knew everyone and so many children around the ages between four and fourteen ran about the village streets. Hanging around typical hangouts like the old park and ice cream shop. From what I could recall it seemed like a close and loving village community.
Sorry, my name is Aiden, Aiden Roulx Jester and I'm seventeen. However, Jester wasn't always my last name. In fact, it's not my real last name at all.
But anyways, back to what I was saying before. I lived in a large and loving village. That was until something, or I should say someone, unwelcomed invited themselves and interrupted the peace with their insane intentions. I think I was about nine at the time. But I'm glad- No, happy they did so. Because I called him my big brother. Before, I never had one.
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Mad Jester
Short StoryThis is my first creative writing story from high school when I first joined the Creative Writing Class of 2019. I wanted to share it and show everyone where I started in really writing,
