Tru-Write Stories
Season 1
stories
She
Soft
The Dancer
The Restaurant
Song on the wind
The Call Box
The Flowers
Belgium Babes
The Lady
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by S.E.W. Troubadour
story
I have always called her She. She is always there for me.
An underrated word. One which should be used more.
A story from way back when. Clubs, oh those places where I loved to dance.
This verse is about the restaurants I have eaten at in Maastricht, Brussel, Antwerp, Genk and Hasselt as well as a few other countries. In one of those places I ate at the Greek.
Written because of the sound of the wind when walking to school of an evening.
Written at the request of an English teacher here in Belgium for his class.
Better to give than to receive.
A family weekend of fun, maybe? Within this story there are descriptions of people and events which actually happened.
This verse is about a lady who walks past my window on a daily basis. A regular Mum.