The Very First
It was a bright and stormy afternoon. Because you never see that often in stories. A boy was walking along a dusty track, carrying his belongings in one of those silly little trolley bags that schoolgirls use.
"Boy, it sure is bright and stormy," said the boy. Further up the track, something was kicking up a big cloud of dust. As the boy focused, the cloud became...
"Boy, it sure is bright and stormy," said the boy. Further up the track, something was kicking up a big cloud of dust. As the boy focused, the cloud became...
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his cynical half brother, Dave, whose face was like a dead buffalo, and whose oversized body was like a tyrannosaurus.
"Ugh," muttered the boy "I'm so sick of seeing that dog-ugly brother of mine all the time." The boy's shoulders slumped slightly. He tugged at his trolly bag when suddenly...
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