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Im Treppenhaus roch es nach kaltem Metall und nasser Wolle. Constantin blieb im dritten Stock stehen, weil er glaubte, ein leises Ticken zu hören – nicht von einer Uhr, eher wie ein zu schneller Blinker, irgendwo hinter der Wand.
There is a deep mystery in the world. Why are there are so many water bottles stacked on the top of Mt. Everest? Nobody understands why there is a million-bottletower on the peak of that tallest mountain. Well, that's why I am climbing Mt. Everest: to get to the bottom of it.
I am a sillygoose. I like saying the word "silly." Because of how silly I am, everyone calls me a silly goose, too. I am proud to be such a silly goose. My silliness reaches no bounds. So naturally, I got run over by a car while squawking at it silly in the middle of the road.
I got a burst of adrenaline & swung my sword at my sworn enemy's chest, slashing him. His eyes widened, surprised. "That's what you get for killing my brother," I shouted. But then I collapsed from my own wounds. We both layontheground, motionless, as the grim reaper arrived.
Robert was a light bulb and the anthropomorphic rock kept turning him off by shutting off his light switch ten minutes after anyone turned it on. Robert hated being off. He wanted to shine brightly. That sneaky living rock kept ruining his life. He wanted revengeontherock.
My dream was tocreateaplanet definitely bigger than the asteroid hurtling towards me right now. Suddenly, I started growing large. I gasped. I jumped up and was off the planet, and now the size of a moon. My eyes sparkled. Could I achieve my dream now? I grabbed the asteroid.
In a small rose garden, a boy cried out for help, but his mother was too faraway to hear him.
The golden casserole jumpedintothelava and kept screaming for help until the chef came. "Why do you do this?" he yelled. "You jump into lava and scream for help!? Why? You can just not jump into lava!" "Chef sir!" yelled the golden casserole. "But now you look at me yeah?"