Murder_Dark Forest of Croon_Zadie, Malcom, Go_I am a hero
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Murder
MurderHe was hunched over in a corner of the house not knowing what to do. "Sometimes a murder may happen tomorrow by slapping my cheek today. He will be killed and he will be the killer." Shravan said subjectively. He must find some way. He thought for a while and told his wife. 'I have found a solution. You can stop crying and the children will come after the game. She will be upset if she sees you crying.'With that, he stepped out of the collapsed building. He walked forward through the middle of the ground, which was covered with forest. His whole wheat field He looked up. Gold-plated ear...
Dark Forest of Croon
The Chronicon of Zeom Short Story: Dark Forest of Croon byM.www.onedoor.ccR.YuvarajThe ChildrenPeople say ‘Trees can speak to the soul of beings’. Well, some of our trees at Waywood forest not only speak but have souls. Eldwood were the first sapient being Kuaail created, long before the Magus and the Primals. But, that’s a story for another time. ‘Anyone can feel the trees smile if one knew how’. Croon stirred from his slumber to the sweet fragrance of Myriaden’s smile. They have been his friends (no, more than friends as trees could be) since they were Sapling at the borders of Waywood, an ancient forest...
Zadie, Malcom, Go
That's the thing about this city - you should totally wear flat shoes while in it.I'd kill for one pair of ballet flats in, hmm.. beige? Black ones could do its jobs as well. What about oxblood? Oxblood is nice. My hair color back in the days was kind of burgundy. I mean, oxblood and burgun (and maroon too) are all in the same tonal area so..Who am I kidding? In this very moment, I'd probably kill even for the most basic crocks ever made. All thanks to my new strappy heeled shoes. They successfully headed me even to this point in life.While I am onto this That's the thing about this city thing...
I am a hero
Hi, I'm Carlos Arsene. And what I'm about to tell you is a secret I've been hiding eversince I had gotten my abilities. I am the super hero called Mighty Carlos, the saviour of bluecarb town!No, I'm not lying! I always help those who are in need! Believe me! You could ask the old lady at the flowershop, the security guard on the school, the mailman or that dude selling newspaper in the morning! Everyone in town knows who I am, the mighty Carlos and they always ask me for help. As a super hero, my job is to ease their burden with all of my super powers.But none knew of my true identity for it m...