I’m a troll. It was a normal day for me. I was walking along the path picking mushrooms. My mother was making a stew for my father who was currently ill. The whole way I was thinking about my dad and if he would survive the summer virus. He’s the most important person in my life. If he died I don’t know what I would do. My eyes started to water which turned into tears. “LOAD YOUR GUNS” a man screamed It was the pesky creatures that polluted our word, humans. I started to run. A bullet whizzed past my ear . . .(Please finish the story I would love to know your thoughts!!!)
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I’m a troll. It was a normal day for me. I was walking along the path picking mushrooms. My mother was making a stew for my father who was currently ill. The whole way I was thinking about my dad and if he would survive the summer virus. He’s the most important person in my life. If he died I don’t know what I would do. My eyes started to water which turned into tears. “LOAD YOUR GUNS” a man screamed. It was the pesky creatures that polluted our word, humans. I started to run. A bullet whizzed past my ear. The bullet nearly skimmed my ear off. I dropped my basket of mushrooms, and ran. I ran faster and faster. I couldn’t imagine what they would do to my mother or father. What if they were going to be killed? I stopped at a forest, thinking they were gone, but I ran back. I was out of my mind. I needed to try and save my Mother and Father. I heard more gunshot along the way, and my adrenaline suddenly shot up. I ran faster and faster until I was back home. I checked inside the house, Mother or Father weren’t dead, but Mother was injured, and Father was still sick. There wasn’t much blood, but I tore a bit of my shirt, and wrapped it around Mothers wound, to act as a bandage. I then led her to bed, and she rested for the rest of the week. After a few months, Mother and father were feeling better. I never saw anymore pesky creatures ever again.
As I ran, I dropped the most important ingredient for the stew; liquefied serenity from the Sacred Falls of Love. I ran back to grab it, but the human shattered it when he stepped on it. The liquid seeped into the ground, making it glow white. “Wha…?” The pesky human asked in wonder. A geyser burst into his face, blasting him a million feet away. That is technically impossible, but we live in an alternate dimension, so we are hidden. I put my hands on my knees, and gasped. Another human was coming. I dropped and camouflaged to look like a rock. I scooted back home, but no one was there. (somebody else finish this)