Woodenhouse Stories

Goodbye, my old house. I hope we will see each other again next time. cover @pinterest

In this story the character is represented as "I". As an author, I want you to think about how "I" looks like. 'I saw something white choughting my eye. There it is again, the fox, I keep staring at the fox and it returns the glare. I felt like the fox was studying me like I was with them.'

This story is about a lady in her early twenties who wants to be an independent woman and have a beautiful life with her loved one. Her life goes through unexpected twists and turns..