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Danielle the Dragon Slayer
“I have to kill a dragon?” Danielle shook her head. She paced the granite flagstones of her tower.“Your last challenge, little knight.” The god’s herald no longer called her that with venom. Obag Sleagh had admitted his respect for her. “You’ve done what I thought www.onedoor.ccwas impossible before.”“I don’t know anything about dragons,” said the knight. Her green tabard was completely restored by the herald’s magic after her last battle. It flapped as she turned on her heel and paced back to the other end of her bedroom.Obag smiled. Every tooth was a deadly needle. Holding out his chalk-white hands, a boo...
LITTLE DOG TO THE RESCUE
It was a long, hot Labor Day weekend. The signs had been posted all over town. On telephone poles and trees located nearest the roadways, the message was the same. It was a plea for help. “Missing: Shih Tzu dog: Needs medication. Last seen on King Arthur Drive. If found…” and the contact information. The photo was of a black and white dog with an energetic, happy face.Amy signed after she finished stapling up the last poster. Geiser, the missing dog, had become her beloved pet just several weeks ago. Back then, the dog was happily engaged in another person’ life, and that was with her elderly...
MY FASHION WITH CARS SINCE I WAS A YOUNG BOY
I always wondered what it would be like to drive my own car. I was always interested in mechanics and the way things work. I want to know how to build the engine, the proper daily maintenance, to upgrade the performance of the car and to know every single things about cars.When I was a boy, I used to help in my friend's shop when they're fixing someone else or customer's car. They taught me everything that they knew about cars.I started fixing cars at my young age. I first looked at the engine and everything about it, then I would start taking it apart. The first car I ever worked on was a hon...
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Damian sat with his legs dangling over the edge of the rocking deck of the ship, holding onto the lower rung of the metal railing and gazing at the horizon. The waning sunset was a blaze of glorious color, the drifting clouds purple against the red western sky, with the swells of the Atlantic ocean sapphire-blue beneath. The old adage red sky at night, sailor’s delight bobbed to the surface of his thoughts. As stars materialized in the darkling eastern sky, Damian headed below deck, occasionally steadying himself with the rails lining the narrow hallways and stairs of the Jacques-Yves Cousteau...