Seven Years on a Train_Secrets lies between walls_MISSIONARY ENCOUNTER WITH SNAKES ON A MISSION TRIP
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Seven Years on a Train
The charismatic sound of shifting gears awoke Marlowe from a heavy slumber. When she gained consciousness, her head throbbed with pain like none she had experienced before. She felt with her hand the ground beneath her; rough, ridged, and cold to the touch. Deep within it, Marlowe sensed a light tremor shaking the surface, the feeling reminding her of a car speeding on uneven, rugged terrain--bumpy. She gradually opened her eyes, blinking to focus in on a strange picture in front of her, the image of a luminescent ball of light swinging carelessly overhead. The intense light made her squint as...
Secrets lies between walls
Ever dreamt of having secret pathway though your door in unusual places. Well, here is a story which will taken you to a world of magic.. Tina was the only girl in the magic dimension who would not know what was Magic to her. She would use the wrong spell every time. Sometimes she would do things right but most of the Time she would do things wrong. She always felt bad that couldn’t do the right spell at the right time. It was like that she would always do the opposite. She had different interests like painting, playing music using the body parts, singing and dancing. In the Magic world these ...
MISSIONARY ENCOUNTER WITH SNAKES ON A MISSION TRIP
He was a young boy sent on a missionary work somewhere in West Africa. On getting to the village where he was supposed to start his mission work as a missionary, he met a man who told him with an angry tone, "Do you not know missionaries are killed here? How could you not ask questions? You are too young to die. "The one who sent me said, I am with you even in the ends of the earth and will never leave me or forsake me," He responded."He happily started his mission work, walking through bushes and forest visiting homes and people at farm. He managed to have his cellphone charged one day with a...
When A Princess Invades Your Kitchen, You Ask Questions
I dropped my spoon mid-bite. Not that I was in the habit of dropping spoons mid-bite (although that would make a rather interesting pastime, come to think of it), but for some reason, whatever that could be, a portal had opened up right in front of me, or at least, what I hoped was a portal. I saw stuff like this all the time on tv, why was it such a big deal now, dammit?I picked the spoon from the ground, shakily, half-expecting some dreadful minotaur or god-forsaken creature to jump through. Then again, I was seventeen. We weren’t exactly known for our commendable judgement. I threw the spoo...