The sound of thunder woke Sam up from a very deep sleep. She peeked through the shades, but saw nothing but darkness outside. As soon as she tried to go back to sleep, thunder crashes and obliterates the silence
From the bend of the brook, out came gliding a beautiful white swan. His white feathers shimmered like silver in the golden glow of the sun.
Editor’s Choice: A six years old Mary Swans had been in the orphanage for three years now. She couldn’t have remember her parents, as she was too young when they died.