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By Tahaa.M “It’s not my fault,” he shouted. Andrew’s bellows resonated across the snowy forest as the adroit police officers were approaching with an augmenting pace, accompanied by their sniffer dogs. …
By Kacvyan – Grade 4 One ravishing Sunday morning, the golden orb blazed like a yellow sapphire cheering up gloomy mother nature. It was a cherished day as everyone is…
By Bhuvashwa – Grade 5 As the blistering sun pranced around the pristine sky making the surroundings as scorching as a furnace, I stretched my indolent arms and yawned…
By Tahaa.M “It’s not my fault,” he shouted. Andrew’s bellows resonated across the snowy forest as the adroit police officers were approaching with an augmenting pace, accompanied by their sniffer …
By Halima “ It is not my fault,” he bellowed seeing the gruesome sight. He wept inconsolably. His adroit hands were enveloped with crimson blood. He merely desiderated to …
By Yashica The door’s hinges creaked and shrieked and the sound resounded in my mind as my face was hit with a glacial blast of icy air that carried …
By Prisha A The phone started vibrating as they ventured outside the restaurant to head back to their abode. I had just relished a delectable dinner with my husband,…
By Rimjim My timid body was lying helplessly on bed. I was awaiting for this unsurpassable agony engulfed time to pass swiftly. Just then, the doctor and my dad …
By Prisha .Z. “Bomb !” I squealed in terror as I beheld the atramentous bag with four red wires connected to a time bomb. My heart palpitated against my …