Strawberries Stories

Listening to the rain hitting the tin roof As the aroma of sweet smelling candles fills the air Slowly twirling my hair up onto the top of my head clipping it there Then undoing the zip and removing my dress. Stepping into the bubble bath feeling the warm water Easing the pains, in my aching muscles. Sinking deeper as my fingers, Brush the bubbles over my skin.Smiling to myself as I hear the key in the door Then the door...

Okay, so we’re supposed to write this ninety-nine word story and — well, it doesn’t hafta be exactly ninety-nine words, it can be less — but anyway, I don’t know what to write about and it’s due tomorrow, so I’m thinking maybe I could tell about the time Grandma took me to tea at a fancy hotel and they served strawberries and cream mixed with maple syrup, but I don’t know if I can describe it in ninety-nine words, it was...