The sound of crayon scraping the floor made young mother awake early in the morning and check the ruckus in living room.

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The sound of crayon scraping the floor made young mother awake early in the morning and check the ruckus in living room.
Short Story Original Rating – PG Evelynn was in her room, trying to get that darn homework done and over with. But she was not
Steam rising from a tea cup, Her fingers stirring pen. Thoughts getting over break up Of fictional intent. She’s breathing hard, Her eyes are cold;