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Animos #8

OMG! Was that the front desk boy!’ screamed Dena, looking astonished. Before Frank could reply, or Mina could react, someone entered the room.
‘Well, well, well. What do we have here? A betraying father and a couple of curious Animos. What a nice meet.’ said Ben. His pokey hair standing on his head was sharp enough to burst a car tire.
The Animos backed.
‘There’s no way for you now, kids.’ He raised a big fat gun into the air and aimed at the girls. Dena screamed as he pressed the trigger. And before she knew she was falling…falling deep deep into a great feeling.


A Capricorn, December born, love writing poems and stories. Music, Art, and Chocolates are important elements of my daily life. While I am crucially deciding on what new to write, I spend my time with my best friends who are competing for the post of Most Craziest, yet the Best and Awesome Best Friend. The aim is to change the world into a better place to live in and the motto is to "be the change."

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