# WritcoStoryChallenge
The old house stood dilapidated and full of memories. Noone could stop the unimaginable turn of events unfolding into mirage of the day. Roaring thunders of tears to come could be felt only by a passionate being flowing through the innocence of the day. Who would dare wake me up from such a horrendous dream. To me it seemed as if the mango trees around our yard were 5km tall and the perches of grass inside our compound was a valley full of...