“What do you think we should do with it?” asked one of the guards?..
Author: Harry Hill
“London Bridge is falling down, falling down…” the children sang as they spun around…
Life had started out simply enough you know. She’d grown up, eager to take to the sky and fly planes. Maybe even do the acrobatics stuff she saw in the air show each summer…
The group had been hiking in the forest for days, looking for a rare species of bird which had been spotted by a traveling hunter weeks ago…
The boy had never much liked swimming. It was always a hassle with the sand, salt, or chlorine, and he was never much good at treading water or any of the fancy strokes he was supposed to learn…
They looked so beautiful, laid out in their case on the shelf. They had belonged to his grandfather, who, family lore, had never needed to use them…
The crowd of people pushed forward off the train towards the stairs and escalators. As with any place where both are available, the people in a massive rush all queued up for the escalators, wasting their time…
“Do you think there are giants in the woods?”
The campers laid on their backs in a field, staring up at the moon. “Do you think it’s really silent up there in space?” one asked…
A small herd of deer passed through the woods, nibbling at the leaves and shoots of the undergrowth that had sprouted as Spring began…
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