Nicely Written Novels & Stories

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It was nice to be healthy. It was nice to be alive.

It was like being inside a snow globe someone kept shaking gently—never enough to hurt, never enough to stop. The lady had been nice. That was important. Iris knew how to tell the difference between mean people and nice people. Nice people used soft voices. Nice people knelt down instead of standing over you. Nice people asked if you wanted apple slices or crackers, even when you didn’t really want either. This lady’s name was Gabby.

It was just like the writings of a computer, neatly and clearly obvious. Her perfect handwriting flows gracefully across the page, with elegant curves and consistent spacing. Each letter was meticulously formed, exuding a sense of sophistication and precision that captures attention and invites admiration. I picked up the drawings, and observed the nude pictures perfectly sketched out on blank sheets. This young Miss drawing is a mesmerizing dance of colors and lines, weaving together to create a vivid tapestry of emotions. With each stroke, she breathes life into her creation, capturing fleeting moments of beauty and depth.