The crazy thing is I saw it! It was there and then it was gone.
The flash of light had to be something.
It moved so fast. I am not a believer of UFOs.
But how can I explain the lights and the speed of the flying thing.
I saw it while in my backyard getting my dog. I was stunned. I wanted to scream but it was stuck in my throat. Who is gonna believe me. I didn’t see the little green men. But I saw it! I am not crazy! We are not the only ones here.
About the Creator
T. Cox
I've been writing for years off and on poetry, fiction, and romance stories. I've decided it's now or never. You have to put your toes in the water to know the temperature.
Two Wrinkles In Time
It is pointless to run, my darling, because sixty seconds ago, I will kill you. My blade will have sliced reality open right in front of you. It will have first pierced it as it would a bed sheet left hanging to dry, flapping in the wind on a Sunday afternoon. But the metal will have drawn a line in the air that the ghostly tear will have followed. Then I, La Dyablès, machete firmly in hand, will have emerged from what your mind, at the time, could only interpret as the other side of here—whatever that means to you. I know. I have seen that look on the faces of countless unlucky… clients. You will not have been the first nor the last to try and reneg on a riches for soul contract only to present this visage to me when I come to collect.
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The Lonely Bee: A Story of Buzz and Bravery
Buzz was a small bee with a heart as big as a sunflower. He was a bright little fellow, with golden stripes and wings that caught the sun just right. Buzz lived with his mother, the most hardworking bee in the whole hive. She was always busy, gathering nectar and taking care of the other bees. Buzz followed her everywhere, learning the ways of the hive and dreaming of the day when he'd be big enough to go out on his own.
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