Hansi_Never Try to Alter Time._Blood brothers_Ten Seconds
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Hansi
"I will go and have a look in the field. I think I had forgot to remove the stone," Sarpanch says."Now, it is raining heavily. The lightining is occuring. Let it be," his wife says as the lightning strikes."The crops will be of no use till morning. I will come back in a hour."Sarpanch reach his field. The big rock was blocking the way of water. He rush toward it. The weight was too heavy for his age. He try one more time. The rock landed on his feet. He cries, the blood from his feet make the water blood red. He fell into the field, his clothes fully drenched. A lightining occurs. "Aren't you ...
Never Try to Alter Time.
Imagine for a second reliving the most terrible moment of your entire life, over and over again. Like a loop that you can't break, no matter how many choices you change that day, you always have to watch the outcome. This was my punishment for messing with Time. She has many names, some people call her Fate, some call her Destiny. Her real name is Horatia, which also means timekeeper, and she is very, very serious about her job. However, let's back the story up to a week after the worst day of my life, a.k.a the day my mom died, I know, confusing right? My dad is a freelance inventor and had b...
Blood brothers
If you follow Omura’s whale to the place where palmheads dance on the sea’s bravest mountain, that is where you will find it.I never wanted to leave my island, for it was a paradise.Her name is Nagui, which means ‘the fearless one’, and my brother Nop and I had grown up happy in the arms of her lagoon.Nop and I often walked together to the far side of the island where he would spearfish and I would search for the nests of sea turtles beneath the dunes. It was on one of these walks that he asked me how our island got her name, for although I was only a year older than him, I knew far more about...
Ten Seconds
It’s early on a chilly December day and I’m riding my motorbike to work. I’m easing off the speed, getting into the filter lane for the turn off the A10 to my office. After twenty-nine years of riding motorbikes, I know I can’t rely on other drivers being aware and respectful of my space on the road. I’m watching the driver behind me and the driver alongside me, making sure they see my indicator and know what I intend to do.The next ten seconds pass at a surreal pace.I see the white Mondeo in my peripheral vision. Suddenly, the driver’s changed his mind about racing north in the outside lane....