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A Low Hut Built Of Turf Roughly Thatched With Rushes And Standing On The Highest Spot Of Some Slightly Raised Ground. It Was Surrounded By A Tangled Growth Of Bushes And Low Trees, Through Which A Narrow And Winding Path Gave Admission To The Narrow Space On Which The Hut Stood. The Ground Sloped Rapidly. Twenty Yards From The House The Trees Ceased, And A Rank Vegetation Of Reeds And Rushes Took The Place Of The Bushes, And The Ground Became Soft And Swampy. A Little Further Pools Of Stagnant

I was insecure and so are many others out there. This story talks about all the many girls out there living in the shadows of the beautfiul girls, but what is beauty?

I seem to do this a lot at school. Making things that makes no sense until you really think about it. So for a little fun there is another question in the book.

Lets live while were young

Jessica is dying of cancer. She accepts the fact that she can no longer remain in this world. When she is recieving visitors the last person she expects to see his her ex...

3 is the magic number, or so some say. This is my drabble entry and i've produced 3 quite different stories I hope you enjoy them as much as i did writing them.

Wise people commenced argument on, ‘existence of God.’ and failed to come to the conclusion.

He was upset to see the death of his close friend in the morning chronicle.

"Joseph was not fond of the river. He was from a forest tribe – he feared the river god. It seemed so large and powerful, sliding darkly along. Tombe laughed at Joseph's fears - and dreams. Because one night Joseph had a dream; he dreamt the river god rose up and took Tombe away. Joseph awoke in a sweat, but on the bunk below him Tombe was safe. The next day at break time Joseph took a small path out of the plantation into the nearby forest. The familiar forest sounds enveloped him – the