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Blooming Jasmine

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THE BLACK APPLE

In a world built with lies, does the truth still matters? Who cares about the truth? When we're all slaves to power. .*. Her sharp sword reflects the moonlight as she drags its tip across the blood-stained floor with her right hand. Her floor-length white nightgown⁠- now stained red with blood flutters as she walks barefoot in the dimly lit hallway, slashing anyone who comes her way without mercy. The pupils of her eyes turned into a dark shade of red with golden streaks, filled with rage, she could only see red. She walked until she made it outside the east palace, her home— her prison. Several assassins appeared out of nowhere and attacks her altogether, before they could even touch a single strand of her hair, they were suppressed mid-air, unable to control their bodies. The swords they were holding fell to the ground as their hands try to pry off the invisible hand tightly squeezing their necks. "That's just the first step of suffering you'll have to endure, soon your blood will flow backward and out every hole in your body." Seconds after, the words she uttered happened and the assassins fell lifeless on the hard cold cement floor, bathing with their blood. Not bothering to spare them a glance, she continued her pursuit and walked forward. Arriving at the main palace, she scans her surroundings before going inside. Just as she excepted, six assassins flew down from the ceiling and launched toward her. They were much stronger than the ones sent to her residence. "This isn't too bad for a warm-up." Raising her sword vertically, she parried an attack. Kicking the opponent's knees, she hopped and landed on the other assassin's shoulder causing him to tumble back with a loud thud. Without falling with him, she turns mid-air and twirled her sword, slashing the previous assassin in the neck, whose attack she blocked earlier. Veering around, she slashed the torso of the assassin behind her, landing on the marble floor. She released her sword, and it floated, and moved on its own accord towards the three remaining assassins, piercing their hearts in one swift manner before returning to her right hand's grasp. As she walks forward more assassins appeared, and getting impatient she decided to use magic. "Halt." With a single command, everyone came to an abrupt stop, others who lunged toward her were left floating mid-air. "Hell's Tango." After uttering the command, the assassins were able to move again, but could only attack one another. She took a few steps and stopped before the palace's golden double doors, that's separating the throne room and the receiving area. She just woke up from a deep slumber, she didn't expect to be welcomed this way. She closed her eyes as if trying to calm down, everyone close to her is gone. Their deaths shall not be in vain. Inhale... Exhale... Inhale... Exhale... She sharply opened her eyes, and a gust of find blew from her back and pushed the double doors apart. Smirking, she looked at the person across her, sitting on the golden throne. . . . . . . . Instead of attacking, she stretched her limbs and yawned. "I was asleep for so long... did you miss me?"

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Working As a Team

•Three Quarrelsome Sons• ~A Farmer had three sons. They were strong and hard working. But they could never work together and always fought with each other over small things. All their friends and neighbours made fun of them. ~The father tried a lot to unite them and make them work together, but failed. He now wanted to teach them a lesson . One day he got an idea. He called his three sons and said, "I am giving you a bundle of sticks. Now take out these one by one and break them into pieces. The one who breaks the maximum number of sticks will get a gift from me." ~ All three of them went out and started breaking those sticks. They quickly broke all the sticks and again quarrelling about who broke the sticks first. ~The farmer called them in to and told them that the game was not over yet. "Now you will have to break all the sticks as a bundle and not one by one." ~ They took the bundle thinking that It will be easy task. When each one tried, they could not break the bundle is so strong that we cannot break it." ~Their father said, "What lesson do you lean from this ? You could break each stick but when the sticks were together as a bundle, they became as strong as a team." " You are aslo like individual sticks, if you are alone, anyone can defeat you but when you stand together as team, you become as strong as that bundle and no one can harm you. "His sons immediately understood and promised never to fight with each other. •Moral of the story • When we work together, we can do more than we can do alone •we should learn to cooperate with others. •In a hockey or a football team if players pass the ball and play as one team, they team will win.

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