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Uncle
“We’ve got to tell him.” Cleo said quietly.She turned over on the rocky surface to face Paul. They were lying on the ground behind some rocks, yet the presence of the coffin loomed over the pair. Thunder shook the cave ceiling making pebbles clatter to the ground as the storm continued to rage outside. The monster nearby was beginning to move, it’s wrappings crinkled like the candy wrappers that rich kids left around camp.“We can’t tell him,” Paul whispered. He caught Cleo by the shoulders and pushed her to the ground. “We’ll just lie here, and act like we’re supposed to be here. Because we’...
Escape from Hiomia
My name is Florian Shadowbite. I have red hair, green eyes, and I live in a place called Hiomia. You see, my world isn't a normal world. You might be thinking, mine isn’t either because for some reason, my mom keeps yelling at me to do my chores which is not normal. But, that is normal. Stop being a lazy bum. In my world, everything you do can be predicted. If you like a girl and want to ask her out, right before you do she already knows you’re going to and immediately rejects you, not that that’s ever happened to me. Anyway, pretty much every day is the same. I eat, go to school, come home an...
Grand Cookie
Nishant and Ravi run Guru Cookies and Fast Food Centre, a fast food and confectionery eatery point in Chandigarh. Their shop was started by their father in 1978、Now the two brothers have taken the charge of the shop with their father too helping out occasionally. Last month Ravi came across an add in Facebook in which there was a mention about a Cookie making competition in London, United Kingdom where the biggest cookie would be awarded with ten thousand pounds reward. Together with it they would get an international recognition from an acclaimed institution. This would make the winner famou...
Out of a Solitary Planet
When I was a child, time always seemed to slow down before Christmas. I remember how the days seemed to drag then, filled with waiting, and hoping, and waiting again. Then too, there was the suspense - this might be the year Santa doesn’t come, I probably shouldn’t have hit my sister, etc. But my small fears were always swallowed up in the overwhelming joy of Christmas morning. I always woke up before my sister, in the cold, pale hour before dawn when no one else in the house was yet awake. I remember how I used to lie in bed a moment, relishing the comfortable warmth of my blankets and sav...