The L in Animal Means Langauge_Who Is That Superhero?_They craved for you, you deserted them_Coaster
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The L in Animal Means Langauge
It was a chilly morning for the 9th District. The sun has yet to come up and the streets were still lit up by the streetlights. Amy, a 14-year old girl, was walking with her pet puppy's leash on hand. 5 a.m. walks was their thing ever since day 1、Amy was admiring the morning sky when she felt that their movements were growing slow."Kei, come here, boy," she called out to the dog. However, the said pet kept on walking, somehow weakly. After a few more sluggish steps, Kei seemed to have fell. Amy rushed to his aid in panic."Kei! Kei! Wake up! What's wrong?" she shook his body but he didn't budge...
Who Is That Superhero?
What is the firswww.onedoor.cct thing that comes to mind when thinking about superpowers? Is it invisibility, super strength, mind control, or laser beams coming out of someone’s eyes? Usually, superpowers associates with comic superheroes like Superman, Batman, and Spider-man. What if someone told you that superheroes can also be everyday people like you? Yes, professionals like doctors, law enforcement officers, judges, nurses, and firefights are heroes too; that is something taught in school. And yet, the superheroes imagined in this story are so much closer than you realize. Their powers af...
They craved for you, you deserted them
You were born on the fluffiest of cushions and in the cradle of the kindest of hearts.Your cries got muffled in their warm embrace on the first go and your wailings lost their voice with their constant love.Right on the lap on your nanny, she swayed you tenderly with her affection; when the thorns of the world tried to prick you, she always managed to lift her lap up and thus sway you away from the pain; when she thought you were in trouble, she put you off to a sweet baby sleep, got up carefully not to wake you up, planting you in the fluffy rose bed, and like a knight fought off everything t...
Coaster
Ali gripped her knees into the warm muscular shoulders of the leathery black beast beneath her. She tuned out the other racers and the bright plasma-screens displaying the fact that she and Coaster were in last place—again. Instead, she let the rhythmic sounds of Coaster's curved talons beating against the dry, packed earth drown out the screaming crowd. Ali brought her attention to the blistering wind that whipped past her, hardly stirring her ebony hair, braided tight against her scalp, to prevent it obstructing her vision. As the only female racer among the pros, she needed to be creative w...