Karla's Curse: The Reincarnation Tree

Karla hid near the door to escape from the maid.“Karla! We need to go to school!” The maid grasped the uniform as she tries to follow the tracks while her eyes are covered with glitter slime. Karla slammed the door shut and carefully pulled out the boxes under her bed. She placed them in front of the door. She crawled under the bed to hide from the maid. Well, she never hid here before.The maid tries to remove the slime from her eyes while walking like a drunken man.“Urgh, this problem child!”  The maid finally removed the slime and saw the girl’s door.She yelled out Karla’s name in a very angry tone. She kicked the door, and hundreds of boxes stood in front of her. Some of them were stacked, and pillows messed the floor. She yelled Karla’s name again, and birds outside the mansion flew away hearing her voice.The maid heard a scratch and a chuckle. “Karla, come out!” roared the maid. “We need to go to school!”She walked to the giant pin

Karla glanced at the remaining book study. She sighed and continued to flip pages.“This is boring.” She said. She stands up from her chair and counted how many books does she need to study. “One, Two, and Three….” She scratched her head and muttered. “I need a tea.” She walked to the library’s window and glanced at the trees in the garden. Beautiful flowers decorated the garden and a giant fountain added more beauty. She walked to the exit door and made her way to the garden. She sniffed the scent of mixed roses and tulips. They were so wonderful and so fragrant too. She ran to the fountain and glanced at the mossy water of the fountain.“What is this!?” She covered her nose with the napkin and looked away.She hid the napkin on her skirt's pouch and started to take a journey around the garden. She got tired that she decided to take a nap under a giant

PLANET EARTH London, United Kingdom   Chapter Five It was simple midnight in London, there is nothing special happening.As the airplane soared in the sky it meets those thin clouds ahead. The light of every house turned off, leaving the lights of the giant skyscrapers behind. Inside a hotel building, the Allen couple stayed for the night. Kristine Allen sighed as she sits on an overstuffed red chair. She laid her hands in her front, holding a golden purge that costs 200 quid. Lance Allen slammed the door open, and she sighed in relief."Are we having our anniversary tomorrow?" She asked, her eye bags slowly appearing in her thick foundation."Yes darling, no more client visits." He sits down on a couch next to her, slowly reaching out her hand. She grabs it, holding her husband's hand."What do we do?" She turns her head to him. "I ran out

Loud stomps made the ground shake and develop shallow fissures. They had come from stermons; scaly one-eyed monsters. They were known as guardians of the underworld and also one of the lords of destruction. Five Gigantic stermons that have the same height with four-story apartments, marched forward to the capital city of England: LONDON.​ Above them were winged skeletons, with assorted deformities on their bones. They were not that demotic to be known by man, since they never showed up in front of man; but now they can. They flapped their bat wings while they were black-colored nymphs holding death's head in a black wand flew to the stermons and rode them. Henceforth, military tanks and infantries stood next to a wall of sandbags. A week before, a group of vampires attacked a village in the USA. Not knowing what is going in, the president of the USA asked the presidents of every country to place military forces on every border of every country and village. Now, let

Stermons stand up still as the prince approached the bridge. He fingered every single bone and frowned. He walked firmly on the bridge while his hands are resting on the handlebars. They knew that, just by looking at his face, he did not like it. When he reached the end of the bridge, he pulled out the gem that decorates it, and it collapsed in the lava. Even the fruit of their hard work was destroyed, the stermons remain blank as the prince continues his walk.  Their craftsmanship did not please him. It is been years when he first got them from his father, Satan. He grunted. Such disappointment. His expectations are high, and the poor stermons cannot keep up with his standards. The only thing they can do is to accept that they failed. He looked around. Stermons block the sight of the fallen buildings. He bit a finger, and then his wings grew. Black and gold dust float around his body.  Blood dripped, and the wind blows. It revealed his larg