Ankitaa Arunš
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Hello! I don't really like writing, but I love sharing stories with others. Here I am, and I hope you like my stories and poems. Oh, and I adore Stray Kids!
Stories (21)
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Mad anti-heroes!!
Ringgg!Ringgg!Ringgg!Ringgg!Professor Evilās telephone rang at the most important part of his evil project. He was making a speaking computer and was irritated at the echo of his telephone. He unwillingly picked it up, but realized he was still wearing his mechanic gloves! BOOM! The telephone burst and Professor Evilās hair was burnt to a crisp!
By Ankitaa Arunš2 years ago in Fiction
Story of Lucky - Part 2
CHAPTER 1 Mr. Striker is out and, in the field, just Lucky and Ankitaa. Ankitaa misses and slips, and now letās see if Lucky can score. Wait for it, wait for it, Lucky kicks, and the ball scores! Lucky is now the new champion and record-breaker of Dogsbone Village! Zzzz! Zzz! Ruff, YAY! Wait a second. Why am I not in the āfetchā field? Did I not score? What happened to Dogsbone Village? Oh, donāt tell me it was a dream!
By Ankitaa Arunš2 years ago in Fiction
The Story Of Lucky
Chapter ONE I was found in a lonely nest of a bird. An eagle had carried me from my mom and dropped me in her nest. She kept me as a funny, playful joker for her birdlings! I was frustrated with my life and was waiting to escape from the horrible, smelly nest! A few decades later, just kidding, a few days later, a lady approached the nest. She expected to find some eagle eggs, but instead, she found me! She dragged me out of the nest and put me in a big container with wheels, and suddenly, the container started to run! ācreepy!ā. We finally reached a place with my friendās picture plastered on it! Inside the big house, it was different! It smelled like dog shampoo! At that moment, a loud screech came outā¦ āeeeekkkk!ā, hearing that my heart was racing. The screech came out of a room. Then came a punctured dog, which looked exactly like me. I was frightened! Another lady approached me and tricked me with a treat to go inside that fur-raising room! Such a fool I am!
By Ankitaa Arunš2 years ago in Fiction
The gate
The Gate I stood there, my mind trying to process the view in front of my eyes.With every angled view, different memories swam into my head. The gate, made of steel and covered with bright blue paint, was now a dilapidated piece of scrap. Its colours were now a faded, ugly shade of what seemed like blue with black and dust.
By Ankitaa Arunš2 years ago in Fiction
