Once upon a time, a man married a woman. They wanted a baby for many years but could never have one. So, they decided to go to a fairy land and asked the fairy queen, “Can you bless us with a baby”?
Once there lived a boy whose name was Tyler. He lived with his parents and little sister Annie. He asked his mother, “Can we start decorating the house for Christmas eve”? “No, Tyler. We have to pay our loan”, said mom.
Upset, he went to his bedroom. Suddenly, he heard an ear-piercing sound. Only Tyler and his sister heard it and rushed out.
Protagonists are always under the spotlight. Powerful protagonists are important, but where would they be without an antagonist? Without an antagonist, they wouldn’t be who they are, and there would be no story to tell.
It was December 24th. Little Mary, holding her dad’s index finger, was waiting eagerly at the railway station to receive her mom. She waited and waited and waited but to her dismay, the train did not turn up.
Markin gazed over the holy Mesytah, as it gleamed and shined in the moonlight. He wore a gold cloak and a gold hat, true to his reputation. God of Gold, as he was called by the humans who lived in their little clusters beneath the holy Mesytah. The Mesytah had been an illusion, a blockade, so the humans couldn’t see their place, gods as they were called. But there was a problem. The Mesytah originated from the Malkake, the huge lake in the middle of their kingdom. And the lake was drying up. If the Mesytah stopped flowing, it would only be a matter of time before the humans found out their secret kingdom.
Cooking seems scary to me. The house could burn down, or you could use the wrong ingredients and end up killing yourself. It was my first time alone, cooking from a very unpopular recipe. It sounded tasty so I thought why not try it out!
The last ingredient had a very tongue twisting, unique name, that I had found at a shop tucked at the corner. The moment I added it, rainbow colored smoke started filling my bungalow.
If you look up ‘Racism’ in the dictionary, it would show that it means prejudice, discrimination, or antagonism directed against a person or people based on their membership of a particular racial or ethnic group, typically a minority or marginalized.
“You’re doing it wrong.” I jumped. Mother rolled her eyes, “The strokes should be horizontal. Not vertical,” she said.
“Oh!” I said as she took the paint brush from my hand, demonstrating the correct way.
“I spent all these days trying to grow a few roses for your grandmother, but they always die. The ones you grew lasted for weeks. Maybe you can help me.”
It was my birthday and I held a party the day after. All of my friends and relatives were overflowing with gifts for me. They were all great, except for one – the exotic shampoo.
It was called ‘Elements’. It was given to me by my school friend Estelle Jackson. When she gave it to me, I immediately started to open the wrapping paper, because Estelle gives amazing gifts. When I opened it, I screamed, ‘I LOVE HAIR PRODUCTS!’. I opened the cap and took a sniff. It smelled heavenly! I hugged Estelle and thanked her for the gift.
Avani Joshi was born to two mothers. Hers was not the conventional family. She was a pretty and happy girl. When she first went to school, she kept a low profile because she knew that she could be ridiculed because of having gay parents. But a new talent gradually grew within her: Physical Education. In the first grade, she picked up a baseball bat. It was marvelous for her! She also excelled on the cricket pitch. A few days later, she was introduced to football, and she played like a professional at the very first moment. When she started basketball a week later, she became a star. She was soon a popular girl due to her sports skills and made lots of friends in school.