50 word Story Contest Week #22~ Flowers also die
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"Go. Get me water" , Rose said slowly. Now I am in this cold room,yet she appeared sweaty. Her warm heart is now cold. The nurse whispered again, "Are you the brother we are waiting for?" Absent mindedly I nodded. Rose is dead. Died from malaria, the curse of Africa.
I heard about the contest here
Dude u were so supposed to be a writer!
Thanks a lot. I do appreciate it.
Well written bro:) I feel you too
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That's super good to hear coming from the bo$$ :)