I was reading my book all alone in the dark crevasses of my house with only the dim light showing from my antique lamp I bought when I was little. As I was reading the rich text illuminated by the yellow light I heard blaring sirens in the background. It seems as if they just suddenly appeared like a light switch being tuned on, its either there or not, it doesn't fade in. My heart pounded as the firemen burst through my door instantly covering all my books with there black ooze, the color of their unforgiving hearts. I quickly threw my book in my safe chest in the corner, out of the way of the firemen. I prayed they wouldn't see it as they quickly yet efficiently burned my books to the ground. Suddenly they were done and they asked me to leave. I didn’t want to go; I knew there must be a way to avoid this. “No.” I said, they agreed and left. A smile went across my face as I grabbed my book and fled through the back door.
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Loved it michael! You put a great deal of thought into it (its evident) and it really turned out good. No suggestions for edits, i like it like this!
Micheal, Michael, Michael. I was hoping I wouldn't have to be mean to anyone today.
There really wasn't anything scary about this. I mean, he told the fireman "No," and they just left!
I assume you wrote this as your charger-less laptop was near death?
Mundus Mea Ostrea Est!
-Justin
Maso Menos. El ensayo era asi asi, pero había algunos errores gramatical. Con excepción de ese, el conclusión era listo. ¡Era satisfactorio!
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