It all started yesterday afternoon when my exam had just ended. I was walking to the dining hall when a fight had started. My friend Mark Wood (Masterofdeath) was fighting with thelittlealchemist (he didn’t allow me to write his real name).
The one who started the fight was Mark Wood but the who ended it was thelittlealchemist by breaking Mark’s little finger’s bone 🦴.
After doing such a act both, Mark and thelittlealchemist got detention.
I’m glad that I was just considered as a by stander and was spared.
It all started this morning when I entered my class. There was this classmate of mine who had eye 👁 flu 🤧. He was running 🏃♂️ around in the class and passing the so called ‘ Zombie touch’ and as per him who so ever got this touch became a zombie just like him!
After a some while, everybody in the class got so engaged in this game that in the breakfast period instead of eating food everybody was playing the zombie touch.
After seeing so many people play this touch even I got interested! Can you imagine me playing such a silly 😜 game?
Finally, the bell rang and all of us, including the zombie went back to the classroom and sincerely studied.
It was a cool summer morning in the cold valleys of the great Himalayan range. The Indian soldiers on the Himalayan border were drinking a cup of hot tea. Suddenly, there was a round of firing. The war had started.
All the soldiers were taking their positions and were getting ready for war. Then, they saw that it was a group of terrorists who were wanting to have a war with the Indian army. The terrorists were free firing here and there and they had already injured many Indian men.
All the Indian soldiers became active. Finally, they also started free firing. The Indians had immediately killed around 100 people however unfortunately, the terrorists were just coming out of nowhere and they were growing in number. It was getting very difficult for the Indians to keep up.
Behind the seen some very brave men were getting ready to bombard the territory of the terrorists. Each soldier was armed with fifteen bombs, one rifle and two pistols. Everyone of them also one bullet proof jacket for extra safety.
All the armed marched towards the border and crossed it. There were hundreds of terrorists. All the armed men them threw bombs in all directions, killing all the terrorists.
The Indians had won because of these special men and later these men were rewarded by the Indian government.
Once upon a time, there were two animals who were very good friends. One was a donkey and the other one was a horse. The name of the donkey was Harry and the name of the horse was Dammy.
One day, both of them had gone to a forest to play with each other. After playing both of them got very tired and wanted to eat some food. In order to fetch food, Harry had to go as Dammy was too tired. After searching food for a hour, Harry the donkey finally found some apples which had fallen on the ground.
Harry was taking the apples back to Dammy when he suddenly fell in a deep ditch. It had been a long time since Harry was gone in search of food. Finally, Dammy went in search of Harry. After walking for hours and hours he heard someone screaming,” help me! Somebody please help me!” Finally, he came across a ditch and discovered his friend stuck inside.
Dammy said,” how did you get stuck in here?” Harry responded,” I was bringing these apples for you and suddenly I fell in this ditch.” Dammy said in a hurry,” don’t you worry. There was a was a rope near the place I was standing I’ll just go and get it.”
Then Dammy was back in less than thirty minutes. After reaching he to Harry to put one end of the rope in his so that Dammy could pull him from the other end.
After putting a lot of effort both the friends were together once again and they both returned home happily.
I was just 5 years old when I got my first guitar. As I had a guitar I was longing to learn how to play it. Every day I would sit with my guitar and just wonder when I will start learning it. One day, I had gone to a concert. Over there, instead of listening to music, I was wondering wether that teacher could teach me guitar. When he played, it looked as if the masters of the master is playing. After the concert was over I went to him and asked if he could teach me how to play guitar or not. Fortunately, he said yes! Now, for the past six years he has been teaching me guitar; and because of him I have also become a great guitar player. This was one of my real stories. Please share yours in comments below. 😇😇