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Lightning, Thunder and a Bear
The lightning flashed through the sky. I waited for the sound of Thunder to cover my tracks. The sound came and I ran as fast as I could. The sound would stop and I hid. I couldn’t let the bear find me. Of all days to wear cologne, the bear could smell me no matter where I went. More thunder and I ran to my car and locked the doors. The bear smashed open my window and threw me out. I rolled down a hill, the bear caught up and laid on top of me. He just wanted to cuddle.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
The Trial of the Century
He got up one morning to think of himself as captured. He did not know why or by whom. He was not allowed to see a lawyer or a judge. He was taken to a dark and dirty room where he was interrogated by two men who wore black suits and hats. They asked him questions that made no sense, such as "What is your name?" and "Do you confess?" He answered truthfully, but they did not seem to listen. They accused him of crimes he had never heard of, such as treason, blasphemy and murder. They showed him documents that were supposed to prove his guilt, but they were written in a language he could not understand. They told him he had no rights, no witnesses, no evidence. He was guilty until proven innocent.
By Simon Abilogu3 years ago in Fiction
Pirates Of The Caribbean
Title: Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Siren's Song The film opens with a scene of a ship sailing across the open sea. On board is Captain Jack Sparrow, who is surrounded by his loyal crew. Jack is on a mission to find the fabled treasure of the Siren's Song, a treasure that is said to be cursed by the power of the sirens themselves.
By Bashir Ndawula3 years ago in Fiction
The Last Dive
Anna adored the ocean. She loved the feeling of freedom and wonder that came with diving into the deep blue water and exploring the hidden wonders of marine life. She had been diving since she was a teenager, and she had seen many amazing things: colorful corals, exotic fish, graceful turtles, playful dolphins, and even a few sharks.
By Simon Abilogu3 years ago in Fiction
The Last Photograph
She had always loved old photographs. The sepia tones, the faded edges, the glimpses of a bygone era. She collected them from flea markets, antique shops, and online auctions. She framed them and hung them on her walls, creating a collage of strangers’ memories.
By Simon Abilogu3 years ago in Fiction
