ٍSpring Bread

    • ٍSpring Bread

      A story from the Past
      Hope you will enjoy it

      Spring Bread
      Condensed from the Treasure of Company
      Writen by Nazlat


      My mother asked me to go out, for some bread for dinner
      I wasn't keen in going because of the bad weather outside
      It's Spring wind carrying the leaves around, moving them
      from one place to another. But I had to go before it gets
      too dark and quiet down town

      The bakery is not far from the house, if you think about
      the distant only. Soon I was there, Miss Jackson smiled
      as she sow me
      What are you doing here "Love"!?-
      Why you're alone today?-
      I smiled back and handed her the money, with the other
      hand she gave me the bread. She knows what I want
      exactly. No need to say anything

      Looking down over the counter "anything else my little angel"?-
      I shook my head like an Indian "No"-
      Take care "Love"-
      I pushed the door, to go out
      but instead I pumped into the door
      The sign says, "Pull" my "love"-
      I pulled it little, just enough for me to go out

      The wind is getting stronger, and my fear is getting higher
      I never felt or realized how long this road is
      I guess when you're safe and with company
      you feel totally different...........................
      .................................................................

      Thanks


      Nazlat

    • Short story but with powerful meaning#d

      Well the theme of your story Nazlat is afraid from Lonliness, Is it right?

      Your story is similar to the way when we were kidz and we feel afraid to get out in the darkness..We hated the night despite its beauty when we are alone..That is because when we were kidz it is impossible for us to go out alone because we imagined that a ghost may appear in any minute..However when I used to go out at night with my father or mather i felt so happy as if i were in adventure and i saw the beauty of the night with its glittering stars because i was not alone$$e..Yeah it is true when you have a company with you, you feel comfortable and happy:D

      Thanks Nazalat for this lovely story

      But Nazlat, Can i ask you a question about the way you write this story?

      Why do u usually use foreign names in your stories..Coz i remember that you also brought a story and the name of the girl on it was Rebica as i guese$$7

      I hope that u don't mind to answer my Question$$-e

    • The names

      I was wondering why I didn't read this story to
      my nephews and nieces, Sadly I can't do that now
      baz, there are not living with me in the house
      and there are in their Summer vacation, but I will
      when they come back.

      Miss Spoon

      I looked at the date of Rebecca's story
      it was posted on 26/12/2002
      I'm touched, you still remember her

      That is remarkable, you're a keen reader
      and we are all lucky to have you in the English Section.

      The names has been changed to protect the innocent
      That was a joke, don't misunderstand me

      I simply use westen or foreign names,
      just to have some kind of rhythm and harmony
      in the story, as its written in English.

      Thanks once again for evrything


      Nazlat

    • Lovely stroy Nazlat. You surely have a creative imagination. I was well into the story, especially when you started this conversation with the lady at the counter. It was really convincing! which is a sign of a good writer. Keep it up Nazlat and let us read for you when ever you write. |eGood luck

    • |e|e|e|e
      First of all i am with the Masetr about his opinion about a good writter and i advise you to go deeper in this field.
      Miss bomb mentioned that she use to c or imagine frighten faces or creatures from cartoon, i remember i use to c dead people in my dreams and those dreams last for long.Not only that...at the night when i wake up to drink or ham ham...i hear voices...its like people talking.
      First i thought i just creat this on my own but i came to know i was wrong.
      Am not afraid of these wierd events any more as i use to be ...but its really bad experience.
      Last time happened to me was last month when i was alone at night i heared people talking and hitting something ....like they mean to frighten me...!!

      i dont usually tell this people but we are in the net and ...am not known!
      $

    • the theme

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      The theme of the both stories (Spring Bread & Sarah with an H)‎
      ‎as the title suggest is the treasure of the company ‎

      ‎When you’re with someone, or a friend ‎
      ‎Things, like time and places feel totally different ‎

      ‎There is a short story about a friend of mine ‎
      ‎Working in one of the private company, since one year ‎

      ‎We met for lunch one day ‎
      ‎
      she was complaining almost about everything ‎
      ‎Working hours, staff cafeteria, and how the place is small, crowded ‎‎And the food ‎

      ‎I asked, but you never complained before ‎
      ‎How come all a sudden you notice all these things ‎
      ‎Anything has change recently?‎
      ‎Her answer , was NO…..staff number, food, cafeteria,‎
      ‎And working hours all the same ‎
      ‎I don’t know what to say…… we finished our lunch and sperated ‎

      ‎Same day just before midnight, my friend called ‎
      ‎When I answer, the first thing I heard is MY CLOSE FRIEND AT WORK ON LEAVE ‎
      ‎Sorry I didn’t get you ‎
      ‎That what had changed, my close friend is not around ‎
      ‎When my friend was around, I didn’t mind or feel the long working hours ‎
      ‎I didn’t feel the crowded cafeteria, or mind how the food tast ‎
      ‎I was enjoying the company of my dearest friend,
      that made everything around ‎me Nice, pretty and tasteful.
      Her friend company overwhelmed her.‎

      ‎Thanks ‎


      Nazlat

    • It is agreat theme Nazlat
      and thanks alot for remaining us for the last story of Spring Bread and that is right, with company we feel that the time is running so fast . That of course make it so easily for us to forget the tirdness and fatigue of the work hours$$7 .
      I shall never imagine myself alone without a company or a dear friend with me in every time:confused:

      Thanks again Nazlat

      Keep it up$$e