Clink! Clank!  That was all I heard in the depths of the gold mine. I was sweaty, tired, and had lost count of the splinters I got from my pickaxe. When finally, the bell rang. “Ok good work!” The gold mine manager boomed, “Hang up your pickaxes and hard hats and go home.”   I was in the Red Kingdom, where everything was red. Red clothes, red houses, red trees, red water, etc. And all of it was ruled by our king, the Grand Red. It was actually pretty boring because it was all

BOOOOO! Pieces of food were flung everywhere; I was booed, told to leave the stage. Ashamed of my own job, liquids were spilled all over me, drenching my suit. A comedian failed. What's worse is that I didn’t get paid enough; my hope of being successful died down in my heart. Once I got home, I sank into my chair, my heart sinking, my eyes so weary. Too tired to move or do anything, I felt unanimated; my jokes were just useless wastes of time. I’m failing—failing myself, fail

An Epilogue and Final Installment to the “Sol” series Chapter 1: The Aftermath Sol looked around, and saw his allies lying on the ground. His body was aching, muscles burning even with the slightest movement, his legs trembling as he forced himself up, his shiny blond hair littered with dust. “Where’s Lynin?” Lynin was the leader of the Crimson Organization, an evil organization who seeks to defeat Sol and his allies and make profit off war. He got up, and woke up his compani

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh” Bob yawned. It had been a tiring day as the mayor of Tasaliotia which was the name of the legendary underground animal civilization. Bob became mayor after saving Tasaliotia from Jeff, a rabid flea. Jeff was secretly the king of a flea army, but Bob didn’t know. With a jolt the hidden door to the outside world swung open and a soaked damaged platypus came in. “The humans were chasing me but I managed to shake them off my tail”. “I need to rest up here in the m