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Still, I appreciated the effort. So did Silindra. I heard her sigh. *** I took my first big adventure while still an adolescent. Sharra and I dove the depths of the Mediterranean Sea. Abernathy told us many stories of a dragon living somewhere at the bottom and that if we found him, we could claim a wish, anything we desired, and the dragon would grant it. For weeks, we searched and were about to give up when we found a cave entrance. It sloped downward, and a dim blue-green light glowed within, begging us to see what secrets it held.

I suddenly started to feel nervous. "Hi Amarachi, I'm your literature teacher. My name is Miss Ada. Welcome to Crownstar highschool." I smiled at her. "So who doesn't have a seat partner? A girl raised her hands and Miss Ada asked me to seat with her. She started teaching and that was when I remembered that I didn't collect the pen my mum bought. I didn't want to ask anyone for a spare pen but then it was my first day at school and I did not want to start skipping notes. I asked the guy at my front for a spare pen but he didn't have any one. The girl beside him smiled and gave me a pen, I thanked her and started writing.

"You know, when I set off on my journey, I thought it was going to be long and uneventful, but it turned out to be the best adventure ever. Now I've got a lot of stories to tell when I see Aunt Ginny." When she mentioned that name, her face lit up with admiration. "I got taken by some notorious outlaws and managed to flee, almost drowned in a stream, got poisoned by wild berries, hitching a ride with an animal wagon, knocking a thug off, escaping a pursuer, stowing away on a farmer's cart, and bathing horses. And I live to tell the tale." Matthew grinned, knowing at the moment that nothing would deter her from getting her own way. Even when she'd known by firsthand experience the severe cons

"I haven't. And if I have it doesn't matter. Sometimes Old Nan would tell the same story she'd told before, but we never minded, if it was a good story. Old stories are like old friends, she used to say . You have to visit them from time to time." "That's true." Meera walked with her shield on her back, pushing an occasional branch out of the way with her frog spear. Just when Bran began to think that she wasn't going to tell the story after all, she began, "Once there was a curious lad who lived in the Neck. He was small like all crannogmen, but brave and smart and strong as well. He grew up hunting and fishing and climbing trees, and learned all the magics of my people." Bran was almost ce

Once upon a time, in a different country, there lived a girl who wanted an adventure and dreamed of escaping from marrying someone who she didn't want to be with. So naturally, everyone at school thought that she would be prosperous and happy. But they have no idea what will happen, and they have no clue that the good fairy is watching the girl whose name is Belle Rose.

and their parents helped them cheer up shouting like doing a rally, “Fi-shing! Fishing! Fi-shing! Fishing!” We went to our perspective treehouses for the last moment to grab whatever stuff we think could be useful for our journey——although we all don’t have any idea where we’re going. Being prepared is the least we could do. Everyone was about to gather themselves in the shore when we heard something underneath the ground———it wasn’t an earthquake nor a big sea creature under the island. It was the bad rich guys trying to trace us. Everyone panicked immediately as soon as me and Mike looked at each other saying, “It’s them! They found which tunnel we passed to get here!?” we both whispered b

I discovered hidden trails that led to breathtaking vistas, where the horizon seemed to whisper secrets only to those brave enough to listen. But it wasn't just the wonders of nature that captivated me. Along our solitary path, we encountered beings with stories as varied as the colors in a kaleidoscope. In a small village nestled amidst towering pines, we met Anaya, a wise old woman whose eyes held ancient wisdom. She shared tales of forgotten legends and mystical creatures that roamed the land centuries ago. Anaya's words painted vivid images in my mind, stirring a hunger for knowledge and adventure that I had never known before.

An average sized man was standing behind her with a bottle of whiskey in one hand and cigarette in the other. "Um...I'm lost" She straightened up. "I'll help you" He smiled and stepped closer. "Who do we have here?" Another man popped out from the other side. "Our dessert. She's lost, I know exactly how to help her" He laughed. "You'll share, won't you?" The later man staggered forward and almost lost his footing. Willow backed away from the cabin. "I always share" He stepped on his cigarette. "I was just looking for unique animals out here. I don't mean to intrude. I'll be on my way now if you don't mind" Willow took another step backwards.

Ulf found a piece of meat. "Meat!" She squealed. "Doesn't this seem like a children’s bedtime story?" I asked. "Huh?" "You know, the one where young pups find a basket of food or fruits, eat, and at night a wicked shaman comes for them, demanding payment," I narrated a children's tale. "You are weird. This is not a children's story, a hunter or wanderer might have left it behind," Ulf replied amid bites. "I hear footsteps, let's hide," Ulf warned.

Horace was the best candidate; I didn't even need to get my hands dirty. In the seventh year, Horace took me to see the maple leaves. The hills were painted red, full of wild energy and life. As we walked down the mountain, I silently took his hand. I wished that time could stand still in that moment.