I write a first book in English.

[deafartist]

I hope that it improves my writing in English. I will read the book in English everyday.
Let me know if my english is good or almost good . God bless you.


My name is Madeleine. I am Swedish. I am a Christian. I have strong faith in Jesus Christ. I often travel to different places in Sweden every year. I sometimes also travel to Europe. I love walking into the nature. All the beautiful things God had created.

Chapter 1

* In the morning I was walking along the hill road carrying little luggage and a small purse.
* I stopped walking. I bowed to set two bags down on the ground of the hill. I stood up. How a beautiful view from the hill I could see. I saw a village that was called “ Gurburg “
I had been standing there for a few minutes. After that I picked and I bowed to pick the two bags up and set off for the village.
* In the village, I found a small hotel by the river I loved. I entered it. An old woman sitting at the desk with a blue guestbook was knitting a wooly poncho. She greeted me friendly with cries of welcome.
“Do you have a single room for me?” I asked polity.
She nodded, “Yes I still have one.” said she tenderly.
She put the knitting needles and the wool on the desk. She got up from the chair and got a key from the key hanger. She gave it to me.
“Here is your key. You can have breakfast from 8 to 9:30 every morning.” said she friendly.
“Thank you, I always get up early in the morning.” I said. “My name is Madeleine. How can I call you?”
“I am Madam Inger Bakke. We wish you have a pleasant stay in our hotel, Madeleine”, she said tenderly.
I bowed my head saying “Thank you, Madam Inger”.
I was about to walk up the staircase when Inger asked whether she should lead me to my room. But I shook my head, “No, thank you. I know the way.” Then I walked up.
*In the hallway I found my room. When I opened the door, I saw what furniture my room had. The room had an old bed and an old table that was beside the old bed. There was an old oil lamp on the old table. There was an old radio on the small cupboard below the window. There were two portraits on the wall of the room.
That portrait of an old man, who wore a black hat and was dressed in a black suit with a tie, hanging next to another portrait of an old woman, who wore a black bonnet and was dressed in a black caraco jacket with a jabot. “Who are they?” I thought. I should ask Madam Inger about it soon. Then I walked to my luggage and purse where I had set down. I picked them up and put on the bed ---- I changed into different clothes. I looked around for a mirror I needed, but there was no mirror here. I walked to the window glass that looks like the mirror. I stood looking at myself through the glass. I wore a long scarf over my red cardigan and long skirt that my grandma made for me. My clothes looked very good on me. I enjoyed the feel of these clothes. I got hungry. I wondered whether Madam Inger had a small restaurant at her hotel. I took the purse and walked out of the room to go downstairs.

Chapter 2

When I walked down, I saw a young man sitting at the table to eat his meal, looking unhappy.

[AlexAD]

Not a native, nor a teacher.

I am delighted to read you first mini story.
As I am also interested in improving my writing English, I wish you would continue posting your stories here.
Unfortunately, I won't be able to help you with you grammar much, but, hopefully, our wonderful teachers will do.

Looking forward to seeing Chapter 2

Regards, Alex.

[emsr2d2]

You already posted this in the "Editing and Writing" section and you have received several replies. It would be best to leave it there so that all your replies are in one place.

[deafartist]

Not a native, nor a teacher.

I am delighted to read you first mini story.
As I am also interested in improving my writing English, I wish you would continue posting your stories here.
Unfortunately, I won't be able to help you with you grammar much, but, hopefully, our wonderful teachers will do.

Looking forward to seeing Chapter 2

Regards, Alex.

I will start a second chapter. You can read my first book. You can find my nickname "deafartist" I am happy that you enjoy reading it. welcome.