Author LittleManKamz

It was a cold bright day in April. The clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith’s chin nuzzled into to his breast.Winston Smith made an effort to escape the vile wind. He slipped through the glass door of Victory Mansions.he was… Continue Reading →

The man who was humming to him self  walked down the middle of the road  The man who beckoned me to join him walked down the middle of the road The man whose suit was itching against his skin beckoned… Continue Reading →

Thank you Mr Waugh for taking your time to make us our blogs I hope we have loads more fun english lesson in the long run. kamran alam