histórias de Bellacustard

Ok so this is my first story so be sure to cut it some slack, I'm not the best writer and I'm just going 'yolo' on this story just to understand the app. ...9/11, 8:45, 2001. To think that to minutes ago I was laughing, chatting and hugging friends and family that are now dead, is sick. To think my daughter will always blame me for my husbands death. To get everything striped away from you because of a simple act of attention. Makes me dead inside.

This will be a series of short story's varying completely, from how things came to be (these are all from my ideas so don't expect them to be true) to silly short stories. Thx Niamhdotsmiles

Right, lemme get this straight, this is my FIRST EVER story so, don't judge if it sucks or it just waffles around. Please comment but don't hate and, if you think it's worthy please rate it! Yours, Niamh.smiles