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Write about someone who always comes to the aid of others.

Posted in Teens on Oct 26, 2022

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✍️ 108 stories

Anpanman...

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I awoke, my feet cold under the sheets. The room was strangely quiet as I slipped out of bed and looked out the window. I saw the world covered in a sea of white snow. I hurried to get dressed and started for the back door. "Today, I will walk through my snow-covered yard" I screamed. I stopped at the door, silently watching the snow fall. The tiny ice crystals drifted peacefully down from the sky, covering the world in white. The door creaked as I opened it, and I carefully stepped onto the back porch so as not to slip and fall. I now had...

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The Saviour and Its Stars

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One... Two... Three...The girl stared at the dark street, vaguely noticing how the streetlight flickered on and off.Four... Five... Six...The streetlamp the girl had previously observed gave a final long flicker of light before completely shutting off, leaving the girl encased in the darkness. But the girl barely noticed, and so she sat down, continuing to wait.Seven... Eight... Nine...“I knew you would come,” the girl whispered, knowing that even in her soft tone her words would be heard. Ten.A soft sigh escaped from the shadows, confi...

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Ninjago Fanfiction___ Part-2

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CHAPTER 2: Gone MissingJay sure was happy to get his bed back.“Yippie!” he shouted the moment he saw Lloyd walk into the living area where all the others were gathered.And then he immediately ran off to the ninja’s room with a handful of his blankets and pillows. Mystery laughed and told Lloyd she was going to go to the bathroom, then left down the hallway.“So. what made you want to leave the room.” Cole asked him.“Uh. Bored I guess.”“Bored?” Nya said with a frown, directed at Lloyd. “You know your such a-”“Pile of trash?” Lloyd su...

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Power of Prayer

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“Olivia!” I scolded my Godmother. “Next time, call me like anyone else. Please!”Strangling her was not an option. Unless I wanted her to flip the SUV and kill both of us.“There was no place to park -” She protested. “I just prayed to God to tell you I arrived. And He did!” “By setting off every car alarm in the parking lot?" As we turned the corner, I sank in my seat, utterly embarrassed. I glanced back to see the entire law office arguing outside, fumbling with car keys to silence the annoying sirens. Triggered by an act of God.“It’s c...

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Of Scrubs And Screws

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You put on the light and illuminate the view-box. The transparent plastic-like-paper film displays some radio-opaque and radio-lucent shadows. You observe the film very meticulously fathoming the urgency of the case. You press the electronic-buzzer immediately that lies underneath your desk and call the on-duty medical officer, in order to prepare the patient for surgery.An elder man, in his mid-fifties, hailing from a remote village of Kailali, presents to the emergency ward with an open distal tibia fracture on his left foot, with a histor...

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Is it from your heart?

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"AAAAAAARGH!"Irving's ears pricked up. Who was that?His eyes scanned the whole area, unsettled. They finally rested on a small person dangling from a ladder which was propped near a shelf too high for him. Irving's breathing, which had suddenly hitched up, slowed down. He strode over to the boy, who seemed to be praying for dear life."Need me to give a hand?" he asked. The boy nodded vigorously, eyes tightly shut.Irving extended his arms and lifted the boy and put him down on the floor. "Next time you need help, just call me, okay?"The tiny ...

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Shade of purple

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Trigger warning: violence and domestic abuseShe pulled up her purple hoodie and revealed the most sensational yet terrifying eyes. Once she saw me looking at her as if I'm studying her she shy-ed away and began to put her hoodie back on.   “No don’t, it’s just I have never seen someone with those eyes before.”   She looked up and gave me a snarky reply   “Those eyes? Is that supposed to make me feel better?”   I examined her body; of the bits I could see she looked rather chubby. Her face was a full face, but the muscles ...

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“Varun Bhaiya – the man who cared for everyone “

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                 “Varun Bhaiya – the man who cared for everyone “ “Varun Bhaiya- that cow is injured and is bleeding badly, its lying on the road.” – cried Shiva in a anxious tone. “Where Shiva ? Come let’s rush to it’s help!!! “ replied Varun and they both rushed to the spot where the mute animal was lying helplessly. Varun Bhaiya did not waste even a minute and called his helpers from nearby and they all shifted the poor animal in the Van and took it for...

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anjela

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“I’m not very good at talking about this stuff. So. Nevermind.’’ She buries her face in the pillow. I mean, I’m very good at talking about it either, but I wish she would at least make an effort. Aren’t poets supposed to put their feelings into words?  I can’t tell if she’s actually asleep or faking it. Sometimes she’s so still, I worry she’s died. I squint in the dark, stare at her belly, make sure it still rises up and down. It does  I crawl out of the bed, feet hitting the cold linoleum. Bed may be too generous a word, reall...

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Questions and Answers

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Every sibling relationship varies. In children’s stories you read of a picture-perfect duo that either fights crime or goes on a simplistic adventure where they bond and love each other with Philia (deep friendship). In young adult’s books siblings fight each other almost to death or they reluctantly band together to defeat a villain and eventually grow to create a flawless and (again) perfect relationship. Do you see the repeating fact? Hurt, climax, love and happily perfect ever after. This is true of most stories. I started out ...

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When a Saint Comes Marching In

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We all know, or know about, someone who always comes to the aid of others. Some of us could name several people, even. I could definitely tell the story of either of my parents, but I’m sure you don’t want to hear some sentimental drivel about them. The description would be accurate, but nobody would find their sacrifices and generosity all that interesting, except me. Mostly nobody remembers them now, anyway, which makes me very sad.  Still, I get it. My parents were examples of a previous generation, wounded forever, by wars, death,...

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HUMAN WHO BECAME SAINT ALIVE

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It was Saturday evening when I called to check after her health conditions then I remembered, I have a task of writing about someone who always comes to the aid of others. So heavy to ask for her consent but finally I started the conversation. Am I worthy to describe who you are? I may not be able although I can insight a few scenarios that best portray the real you otherwise it will take decades narrating your heart and ethics of concern for others. If I forget any dot about you, I sincerely apologise but at this juncture permit me to cry ...

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Nightborn 4

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She sat in darkness, listening to the falling of water drops. Their gentle splatters reverberated like crushing thunder in the small room, where no other sound but her own sobs and those goddamn drops came. Tap, tap, tap. Rachel was beyond fear and terror. She was even beyond hysteria. There was just nothing left, all the tears shed from her eyes and all the air screamed from her lungs, making her throat sore. She probably sobbed only out of habit now. There was no other reason, she felt dead inside. Perhaps she was dead. She couldn’t see an...

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She's Some Sort of Hero

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    Everybody leaves eventually, he thought. Everyone but her. She stuck around, but why?      Rebecca Benett didn’t stand out, there was nothing special about her. She didn’t possess any supernatural abilities or superpowers, yet she was a hero in her own right.      “Hey Jake! How are you?” a twinkly, feminine voice called out above the noise of his thoughts.      Her.      “Rebecca, hey,” he breathed. “I’m well, how are you?”     ...

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A Kamikazes’s Collection of Macabre Thoughts

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Somewhere in Japan the streets are silent. Well, in truth, we aren’t quite in Japan. We’re nowhere. But nowhere is simply a point of view, to the right eyes, we are everywhere.  The usually busy shops are empty, looking naked without the constant stream of people. The street vendors left their carts abandoned, steam still rising off the unseen food.  A man in aviators clothing is wandering down the street, calling for anyone and spinning aimlessly.  He is the hero of our story. Or the villain, depending on your perspec...

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