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When the winds whirling got a little warmer, people started preparing for summer vacations, and so did Shiva who booked a ticket for Ratnagiri, 20km from there was his grandmother Sumitradevi’s ancestral home surrounded by cashew, jackfruit and mango trees spread around five acres of land. Shiva planned to visit there with his friends from the city to enjoy the season’s best mangoes and beaches this summer, but a pandemic had forced his friends to stay back at their homes. Shiva took the train and came here two weeks ago, he spent his days exploring the gardens and tending the house repairs, t...
World War Teens
Boom. An explosion rattled the building and shook me out of my sleep. I groaned and rolled over in my bed. “Five more minutes,” I muttered.Another explosion sounded in the distance. I sat up groggily and checked my digital bedside clock. It was turned off. That’s weird, I thought. But as my eyes swept my small, dim bedroom, I quickly realized that all of my electronic devices were turned off. My clock, my alarm, even my phone, when I tried to turn it on, all had dark screens. A blood-chilling scream from outside shook me out of my sluggish daze. I instantly got up and threw open the window to ...
Finding a Magical Portal
Write a story about someone who finds a magical portal in their home.Finding a Magical PortalChapter OneCharlie Bunker was helping his father move into his new home. It was his third day living in their new home. They had almost fully finished exploring his new home. Charlie, a seven-year-old boy was certainly enjoying this process of helping his dad Cameron. Charlie was on his own now.“Hey daddy, look here!” Yelled Charlie.Cameron followed his son’s voice. And he found that his son Charlie had found a cellar door. It was glowing blue. “Don’t go in!”, exclaimwww.onedoor.cced Cameron.Cameron called to police...
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La la la, it's moooorning! La la la.” My phone starts as I open my eyes to see my blurry phone on the nightstand beside me. I groan and reach out to grab it, barely pressing the dismiss button. Throwing the blanket back I grabbed my glasses and walked to the kitchen. My mom was at the table getting ready for work while Charlotte and Max had just finished cooking breakfast.“Morning,” I said, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, “What’s for breakfast?” Charlotte looked up from the waffle maker “Hey, sleepyhead, eggs, grits, and waffles or French toast?” I asked for a waffle and sat at the table. Lo...