story writing

Story




On A cloudy Sunday morning, I sat right in front of my desk and deal with dreary homework as usual. But this day, my heart was as the cloudy day as my father died. Poignant was I, yet I still had to tackle such onerous duties. The most annoyed problem was that I didn’t know how he died. Suddenly, a bright ray cast at my window and a shinny cherub emerged from the light. I was flabbergasted. ‘What’s going on?’ I thought. The cherub then flew toward me and greeted me with a beam of joy. I returned her a smile. The cherub then pointed toward the outer sky. The sky whitened and a small short man appeared on the sky! He is my passed away father. I saw he was joining a wedding party. He wore neat suit and looked enraptured. Keep watching, he did seem to be the protagonist of the party! Why the entire thing was so peculiar? The party site was situated amid clouds and angels. Then, the view located to the church, where many angels helped play the wedding songs. My short father clasped the hands of a woman entering the church. An old man appeared right in front of them. He should be a priest. Wrinkles extended across his face. The priest suddenly unsheathed a knife and killed my father!



















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