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Little, tiny, squishy bug climbed up the bathroom ceiling. What will they do? The little centipede fell down! Oh no! Ouch! He was disappointed, “I don’t like this wall.” And he ran off. The brown centipede walk with its little feet, and its short but useful body. Curly legs that were rusty brown were used for walking and running for the tiny creature. And his two wiggly, skinny antennas with the dim light shining on his shell. But then, the human was there! Little bug worriedly try to hide away from the giant human! And the human knelt down ...
I walk into the deep forest covered by a massacre of trees. Sometimes I just like to think in silence, and tune the sounds of others. Sigh and I kept walking and thinking. The path was long and narrow, and naked trees waft in the air. It was the afternoon, and I still couldn’t keep up with my schoolwork. And I kept checking the trees just to make sure if they had cedar but fate is not as faithful. School was hard for me today, they gave us weekend homework for apparently disrupting our teacher, Mr. Lance. Though, I did nothing but sit there ...
Growing up, me and my friend, Kira, always played together during school hours and almost every day to be honest. Kira was my first ever friend and she was like the world to me. We also joked around a lot about how our names rhyme with one another, and it was all year round. She played the piano, I played the guitar, and we both listened contentedly to each other’s songs together, the music pouring through the soft atmospheric in a melodic rhythm, the notes and strings of the two instruments surging in the air like relaxing bath water floodi...
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