İngilizce yazdığım bir hikaye. Okuyan olursa ne mutlu :)
Picture Of My Mind
It
was the most tiring night of my life... I work only at night on purpose because night makes me
more creative and that reflects on my drawings. But that night was different
from the others. The storm was blowing violently, tree branches were clicking
the windows. “Knock! Knock!” The rain was beginning to fall slowly. Despite all
this noise my eyes were starting to close. My thoughts was fading, birds on my
canvas were fliying, the lamp in the room was fluctuating, my entire body was
captured by a sweet drowsiness... Then suddenly, the rain came down in heavy
sheets. The strong wind was never tired, the anger of the night was not
resting. Lightnings were flashing which illuminating the darkness of the night
and whispered me:
