The couple kissed as the dwarf inched away from them, his face ashen. He trudged home, barely able to walk. He noticed an apple on the table. He had brought it for her the day before.
Gran always narrated bed-time stories of her childhood. It wouldn’t be incorrect if I referred to her as a female Tom Sawyer. Her anecdotes always sent me to a magical world
On the other day, I met my student who is hardly 5-6 years old. Her name is snow white. She is very naughty and cheerful child. I love her to the fullest and I admire her for her intelligence
Ever since Aimee could talk, all she talked about were princesses and witches, pink and purple, Snow White and Ariel. Aimee’s’ mother asked her what she wanted to be when she grew up
I don’t know of any poets, Whose words I can quote, From memory, Nor as worthy of some note; I don’t wish to hold a quill, Dipped in archaic blue ink