I am learning how to write a short story. (pardon my errors)
This is the story of my life.
My name is Leonard Elvis, my friends call me Leo. Even as i bury these alphabets on blank pages i am still perplexed about my personality. I found myself crying helplessly at the laps of my mother, she couldn’t tell what the problem is, her breast milk i have taken enough that they drop through my nose, I could sleep no more neither could I keep my eyes open. My trouble reminds her of a baby burden which has knocked for nine months and today she opens the door for a stream of untainted paradox. i decided to grow forth my personality. As a ten day toddler who just visited the world, I receive a strange sound of chuckles, I breathe directly from open verses of a poetic horizon. I leaped with joyful cries, yet people behind wondered how troublesome this wide mouth and shrink face would be. My voice sprang honor to people around as they stepped into the hospital ward
The words echoed endlessly.
“she needs rest" the nurse exhaled
Not even the mirror has to tell me how handsome I was when I was a baby, even at 27 years, I still have a silky hair.
(to be continued on 17th march 2020).
This work is open for criticism, the writer wants to learn more about writing stories.