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The boy, who had recently turned twelve, tasted a hint of bitterness in his cake amongst the sea of sweetness. In front of him the square cake, with ..
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The days had long passed since we used coal and gas. Tech giants had founded the new ways of living our lives, and it involved massive amounts of ele..
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I rode up the old town street on my bicycle. The cobbled streets, the faded brick buildings, the black lampposts, the old benches, and the plants in ..
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Once upon a time, there was a little boy named Hunter. That is how all tales begin, don’t they? Hunter was no more than three years old, yet al..
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It was such a strong opinion he could not let go of, one that embedded itself in his own brain, clasping on, not allowing him to let it go. A virus t..
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Mommy and Daddy think I’m a smart kid. I do really well in school, I know all the names of the planets, and I can name any dinosaur. I’ll..
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The vast expanse of the cosmos was full of many unique and extraterrestrial things; swirling masses of enigmatic energy, vibrant and colourful celest..
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The scientist had invested in a few glass ant farms in the winter season, for behavioural study. In his lab, he set them up. One would be operational..
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Once there was a kid with amazing siblings. The youngest of the family, Jimmy Rivendell had five brothers and five sisters that had achieved so much ..
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Let me tell you this, a mighty and sublime tale of the past, one of great importance, between two utensils. The spoon and the fork. While today they ..
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