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Ongoing5m
Last published Mon, Mar 6, 2017
Coucou, je n'ai pas vraiment trouvé de titre adapté à ce que j'ai envie d'écrire, mais je peux tout de même vous expliquer en quelques mots de quoi il s'agit...
Un jour, mon prof de religion m'a demandé d'écrire le journal intime d'une personne handicapée, chose que j'ai donc faite.
En écrivant, je me suis rendue compte que j'aimais bien écrire ce genre de courtes histoires, si on peut appeler ça comme ça.
Je me suis dit qu'écrire un "livre" composé de plusieurs nouvelles pourrait me plaire plus que d'écrire un livre complet avec plusieurs chapitres et une histoire continue. Vous suivez ?
Je vais donc écrire de petites histoires, quand j'aurai le temps ou l'envie de le faire.
Si vous avez des idées de thèmes sur lesquels je pourrais me baser, vous me laisser un commentaire ou quelque chose comme ça. Par exemple le thème de mon prof était "journal intime d'un handicapé".
J'espère que ça vous plaira et j'essayerai d'écrire des histoires de toutes sortes, tristes, joyeuses,...
Bonne lecture.
PS: La première nouvelle que vous pourrez lire ci-après n'est autre que ce que j'ai écrit pour mon professeur de religion.
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