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“You sure about this?” asked Brody, stepping inside the cabin. The wooden floor creaked as his foot touched the floor. “Here looks a little bit creepy.” “I’m sure it’s okay,” assured Thomas, brushing his curls out of his forehead. “My uncle used to live here. We can use it in here as a refuge for a few days, and then we can get the hell out of here.” “You better be telling the truth about this, Curlyshit.” ...
Have you ever tried roof jumping? Because if you have that nagging sensation deep down in your heart to do it, my recommendation is just don’t. Don’t go jumping off any rooftops, don’t try to take parkour classes in the Empire State building, or try to become Spider-Man by jumping into the air and trying to get webs out of your wrists. Believe me, it doesn’t work like that. You need what it’s called experie...
01/01/24Dear Diary: It’s January 1st, that means that it’s time to change, time to change the person that I was last year. New year, new me.I know that I didn’t achieved my goals like the past years. Instead of losing ten kilos I gained ten more; I only went to the gym the first week of January and my bank account almost lose all the money because I paid the year membership (it was in 10% discount!); and all my relationships were a fiasco, all because I w...
The temperature was like nothing ever. The freezing chill controlled the streets in the heart of London, making it impossible to get a single ray of sunlight. Most people were in their houses, getting comfortable with cushions in front of the amber glow with a hot cup of tea. But the people who weren't at home were either working or wandering through the streets. People were wearing probably a thousand kilos of clothing just to keep themselves warm; their teeth wouldn’t stop tattering, and they had to keep moving to generate...
15yo writer who loves writing fiction.
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