Once upon a time there was a Young man who was born in the 7th month of the year. Many common trouble people came to him but he lived , but it seemed to the him that he was the boy who lived.
“Troubled people acted like there’s nothing more to the young man than what he was doing,he wanted to be an actor, singer,pirate,” he said to himself with a frown.
One afternoon in a writers club, he thought, “Sometimes I wish i could be a story teller but i dont feel inspired all the time ,besides i have no training, no confidence,i want to tell the world greatest story so he thought of the notorious number 7, a lucky number supposedly! he did something special for his birthday but he wanted to do something special for himself again.”
He went to his room and found his favorite piece of jewelry , the one that sparkled when he taking it up high under the sun. He took the jewel to yard and threw it higher and higher without worrying it would fall and break. One time he threw it extra high and when he ran to catch the jewel, He slipped on a wet floor and fell. The jewel fell and plopped right down into the royal well! He raced over to fetch his jewel before it dropped too far, but by the time he got there he could no longer see his priceless jewel in the water.
he dived into the well and dug the priceles jewel out. it was not brocken. now he was thinking to sit down and write his story.