Miraya was down to the final piece of the door made from potato. Carefully, she toasted it and allowed it to cool just a little. Miraya had eaten the entire front door of the house made from potato.
The kids were very happy and when they ran to the first door, they were amazed to see that the objects turned to kids like them, and all went back home happily together.
My cone hat is wonky, My cauldron boiled out, Oh, I need some magic, Yes, without a doubt. My voice is now weak, My broom cannot fly, Once I was young, Now my magic’s run dry.
Then Chris began think about the butterfly he had just seen. The only way to show how much he appreciated it was to say, ‘If that butterfly was a girl, I would marry her.’ A different love story
Every night she sets out to kill. You can hear her anklet in the silence of the night. And when she lays her eyes on you, no matter how hard you try you can’t move.
The elevator door opened with a ding and to my delight, Antra was standing right there. She entered elevator and my eyes glittered like brilliant cut diamonds.
Tuesday morning, I woke up with a strange feeling. I feel like there’s something going to happen on that day. It came into my mind a picture of a person that everyone dislikes; my mysterious co-teacher
I had forgotten I was a rabbit. The girl and her Dad decided to call me Blue Bell, because of the colour of the pendant around my furry neck. I had no idea how that came on me
John who was the eldest used to believe in supernatural things such as witches.But what to do his friends never believed in what he said.