Write a short story about 80 to 100 words .Give a suitable title to your story
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I was shocked when I did not find my science journal in my cupboard! The dates of the practical exam were already announced. The practical exam was just after 3 days. We were told to submit the checked science journals and guess what! I was not able to get it.
I searched, frantically the whole house - including kitchen, but it was nicely disappeared somewhere. My valuable 5 marks and valuable time to write that journal! Even my mom agreed to write the whole journal again, willingly! I was more worried about the experiment.
The days were passing on and my tension was mounting. Finally, practical was the day after tomorrow. I purchased new journal and decided to rewrite it. My whole time table of revision collapsed. But I had no other option, too.
Till late night, I finished off half of the journal but still diagrams were left. Suddenly, I heard a loud call of my name by my grandpa. He had gone to a pilgrimage. He entered my room and threw that book on me and said - 'Wake up young man, take this book, it did a pilgrimage with me.'
With a deep breath, I touched it - what a nice feeling it was! I sprang up and hugged tightly my grandpa.
Thus, I was relieved to get my my science journal before 1 day of practical exam.
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Two Selfish Uncles Talking to the Beat
Chris Jones looked at the cursed saw
in his hands and felt unstable.
He walked over to the window and reflected on his sunny surroundings. He had always hated flat Virginia with its bewildered, burnt beaches. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel unstable.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Catherine Fish. Catherine was a creepy coward with ruddy eyes and tall spots.
Chris Jones looked at the cursed knife in his hands and felt unstable.
He walked over to the window and reflected on his sunny surroundings. He had always hated flat Virginia with its bewildered, burnt beaches. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel unstable.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Catherine Fish. Catherine was a creepy coward with ruddy eyes and tall spots.
Chris gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a rude, tight-fisted, tea drinker with fragile eyes and fat spots. His friends saw him as a mutated, mute monster. Once, he had even saved a tight toddler that was stuck in a drain.
But not even a rude person who had once saved a tight toddler that was stuck in a drain, was prepared for what Catherine had in store today.
The moon shone like jogging dog, making Chris shocked.
As Chris stepped outside and Catherine came closer, he could see the enchanting glint in her eye.
"I am here because I want revenge," Catherine bellowed, in a rude tone. She slammed her fist against Chris's chest, with the force of 2183 war dogs. "I don't like you, Chris Jones."
Chris looked back, even more shocked and still fingering the cursed knife. "Catherine, how dare you," he replied.
They looked at each other with sparkly feelings, like two crooked, cruel cat partying at a very admirable Halloween party, which had rap music playing in the background and two selfish uncles singing to the beat.
Chris regarded Catherine's ruddy eyes and tall spots. He held out his hand. "Let's not fight," he whispered, gently.
"Hmph," pondered Catherine.
"Please?" begged Chris with puppy dog eyes.
Catherine looked stressed, her body blushing like a rich, roasted ruler.
Then Catherine came inside for a nice cup of tea.
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