Voyage to a Secret Island_A Dog's Tale_Pixie's Great Adventure_A Secret Untold
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Voyage to a Secret Island
Lester was bored. He was at a loose end. Nothing interesting to do. He decided to pay a visit to the garage to see if he could find anything to occupy him. Searching through the items in an old wooden box, he found a newspaper. Fllipping through, he stumbled on a column with a caption, 'TIME TRAVEL! TRY THESE''. Curious, he decided to read further. He discovered that the equations and formulas for time travel are in a book hidden in a cave on an island. He ran down to his friend's house excitedly holding the paper. "Eugene! Eugene!! Eugene!!!" "What Lester? What's the matter? Why the excitemen...
A Dog's Tale
A Dog's TaleBy JOY DEEP SAHACHAPTER IMy father is a St. Bernard dog, and my mother is a shepherd dog, but I am a Presbyterian. My mother told me that I myself don’t know these beautiful differences.To me, these are just big and beautiful words, meaningless. He likes this; she wants to say that she is surprised and jealous of seeing other dogs, not knowing how she got such training. But this was not real training; it was just a performance: what he said, he listened in the dining room and living room when there was a company, and then went to Sunday school with the children; every time she hear...
Pixie's Great Adventure
An eerie wind blew through Spring Valley, delivering the smell of salt and dangerous trespassers. Pixie was gathering up a bundle of carrots when the putrid odor caught her attention. She wiggled her nostrils and flared her whiskers. Gone was the sweet aroma from the honeysuckle flowers that normally filled the air with lovely fragrances.Senses alert, Pixie carefully traced the vegetative terrain. She noticed the birds had ceased their chirping, and the bees were no longer buzzing. Strange voices echoed in the distance. There was no denying it now; men had arrived on the island. Every animal a...
A Secret Untold
She stepped lightly over the cobblestones, simultaneously drawing and evading attention from the people around her. These people – the peddlers and the mothers, the laborers and the destitute – they all moved with an innate heaviness in their step, a weight that spoke of the trials they had overcome to merely get to this square. Her face was swathed www.onedoor.ccin cloth, leaving only her eyes uncovered, but that was not uncommon. Most women wore similar, even some of the men, guarding themselves against the brutality of the winter winds. Even the king himself would be unrecognisable in these clothes. It ...