At early morn when the birds are hubbubing they settled early contemplating on coming up a hut the watchers watch with no idea, so couldn't come out an idea the builders builds without calmness and good foundation all in roughful manner and it collapsed And at dew point, they huddle in disguise . It happenedDisplay

I ate a spicy ginger from my brother on a dare. the ginger caught my head on fire and burned off all my hair . My mouth disgorged lava and my tongue began to melt my ears were shooting jets of steam atleast that's how they felt . I spring back around the room iDisplay

Not the tree, but the fruits on the tree; Not the food, but the ingredients in the food; Not the pen, but the ink in the pen; . Not the song, but the tone of the song; . Not the birds, but the flock of the birds . Not a poet but the thought ofDisplay

One misty morning in the sky bean land something didn't feel right all of the land's colours seemed faded bounce travelled on, wondering where the singing birds had gone . Suddenly, the lights and colours nearby started to flicker there was a weird machine, slowly sucking in the colours of summer as bounce approached it,Display