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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, βexistence of God.β 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 β 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 β the