This week’s prompt are words that need to be included in your story. Please keep the words in bold in your writing:
The little bird hopped onto the windowsill and whispered…
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The little bird hopped onto the windowsill and whispered, “The wind is calling, swirling through the trees, across the hills, and beyond the mountains.”
The child pressed their face against the glass, watching the gusts toss the branches. “Can I follow the wind too?” they asked.
The bird fluffed its feathers, eyes sparkling. “One day, when you’re ready, the wind will guide you. It carries dreams and secrets, if you listen closely.”
With a flutter of wings, the bird soared into the wild, windy sky, leaving the child to imagine the places the breeze might take them.
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excellent work usama keep it!!
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The little bird hopped onto the windowsill and whispered… “The master is here.” Immediately, Sinahm fell onto his knees and started mumbling a weird prayer. “Attack serum Attack serum Attack serum”
Suddenly, a man appeared in front of him. He was wearing a black, dusty coat, had some green eyes, and weird marks under his eyes. His name was. EREN YEAGER. “Tatakae”. He woke with a startle. Relieved it was just a dream, Sinahm continued his day-to-day life. Waking up brushing his teeth and playing games , every day he did this. Again and again and again.
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wonderful you can become a author when you grow up!
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The little bird hopped onto the windowsill and whispered, “Follow me!” Max looked up in surprise. The bird’s tiny wings fluttered as it chirped again, “Come and see something magical!”
Max eagerly followed, slowly and steadily out the door. The bird led him to a secret garden filled with sparkling flowers and playful butterflies. Max’s eyes widened.
“Wow!” he gasped. “Is this your home?”
The bird nodded, then flew in circles, showing Max how to dance like the butterflies. Max laughed and spun around, feeling like he was part of the magic. It was the most wonderful adventure ever!
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wow so good
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this story is good and i liked the word usage
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The little bird hopped onto the windowsill and whispered, my name is Putter the pigeon. I will give you a gift of talking to birds. So if any seagulls steal your food and other things on the beach, or if you play golf and there are some birds in the way they could not get annoyed or hurt when the ball comes.
“Thank you.” said Jin. “It is so helpful because of all the reasons you gave me”. The end. Also, Jin had a very nice life talking to birds.
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The little bird hopped onto the windowsill and whispered,
“Take your pants off. You will look amazing.” The bird spoke to the other. As the little bird sang a song during the earthquake in Thailand he was not seeing the dangers of earthquake. Before he knew it, the building was already on top of him because Caeseo jumped.
“Hahahahahahahahaahahahahahhaahahhaahhahahahaha,” Caeseo grinned as he let out a laugh of evil. “One country down just 217 to go!!!”
But narrator, you may ask how did Thailand actually get a gargantuan, violent earthquake it all started from Burma. That’s it thank you a lot.
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