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Prologue

Inspired by the writing prompt When I Was A Kid, this blog is comprised of three separate fictitious stories told from the perspective of “me,” a twelve-year-old boy. The first story is about the harm of gossip, and the last two stories are two adventures. 

The following posts include images of snake and wolf, reader discretion is advised.

The Cost of Gossips 

When I saw Uncle Richard, it was a gloomy and cold day. He was sitting against a tree along a dusty road, with a battered old suitcase by his side. He was dressed in an untidy, torn jacket and a pair of scruffy blue jeans. He seemed to be sleeping, with his head against the tree and eyes closed. The bandage on his head looked so obvious compared with his messy hair.

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Just when I was hesitating over whether to leave to not. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a boy of my age on a bike came. When he drove near Uncle Richard, he took out of a rock from his pocket and then hurled it at him. 

“Ouch!” Uncle Richard was woken, with one hand gripping his leg. 

“Get out of the town, you murderer,” the boy yelled at him, with his hand reaching into his pocket again. 

“Hey! Yo! Stop!” I shouted. 

The boy turned his head in surprise.

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I bent over, pretending to take the leash off Molly, who growled and snarled at him. Seeing this, the boy’s body went as taut as a bowstring. Like a thunderbolt, he dashed off and soon disappeared around the corner of the street. 

“Uncle Richard, are you OK?” I ran over to him. 

“I am fine, thank you, Daniel,” he answered, gratefully. 

I glanced at his suitcase and asked, “Why are you carrying this you?” 

He suppressed a mirthless smile. “I’ve got nowhere to go now. Mr. Jones won’t let me stay in her house anymore.” 

I looked at his badly swollen leg, with memories flooding back. 

It started from an article on a small-town newspaper about two months ago. The newspaper was owned by Mrs. Smith, an old lady who paid a few dollars for stories to whoever was willing to give it.  

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One day, one of her sources came in and told her that Uncle Richard was dating with Jenny Brown, a girl whom he had never met. 

“That is an excellent story for our society page,” Mrs. Smith sits at a typewriter and prepares an article. 

“A new romance is blossoming in our small town. This week, Richard James’ s heart is stolen by Jenny Brown, the most beautiful girl in our town…The young lovers were standing on a bridge over a river, kissing in the moonlight…It is so good to see young love. Best wishes to both of you. Our Anonymous Source Reporting.” 

After typing the story, Mrs. Smith reads it to herself. “What a romantic love story! People are gonna love it. We are the town’s ear to the world. It is our obligation to share them stories like this.” 

Because of this report, Uncle Richard was made fun of by his co-workers for a whole week. However, he did not pay too much attention to it. After all, it’s just gossiping. 

However, his life was changed by another report. A month later, the newspaper published a story in the crime section under the headline, “21-year-old Girl Raped, Murdered in the Regional Park.” The “girl” was Jenny Brown, who was said to have been missing for three weeks. 

After the news came out, the people of the town were horrified to hear that there was a cold-blooded murderer living among them. 

“We must find him!” 

They linked the two reports together and believed that Uncle Richard was the murderer. They called him names, threw rocks at him, wanting to drive him out of town. 

It was the last time I saw Uncle Richard. After that, he had been quietly disappeared in my world. 

One day, when I walking Molly in the park, as usual, I met Jenny Brown, who recently returned from a trip to Europe.

An Adventure in A Blizzard 

When I was in primary school, I lived in a remote village in Scotland with my family. It is located in Northwestern Scotland, with vast moors stretching far into the hill. The winners there are long and cold, with many blizzards.

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On a winter afternoon, as usual, I left school and walked along a long, narrow path across the moors, I noticed that the weather began to deteriorate. In cold winds, thick, grey clouds began to build up over the moors. Then, the wind picked up, sending more clouds to gather. Soon, the sky was blanketed by a layer of heavy clouds. A moment later, the half-iced pellets began to fall down. They fell on my winter coat and hat and then bounced away. In a gust of cold winds, more and more snowflakes started to fall down. They fell on the long hills, on the vast, yellow grasslands, and on the path that would lead me to home. Soon, everything was covered in thick snow and the world was all white as if it was being erased around me. I scanned the horizon, in the hope of seeing my village. However, what I saw was a curtain of snowflakes flapping in the wind.

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Under such circumstances, there was no way to know which direction to go. I tried to look for the usual landmarks, which, to my dismay, were all hidden behind the white. 

As I was walking fast, I sweated heavily, with my shirt stuck to the clammy sweat on my back. However, with the snowflakes and wind sneaking into my clothes and shoes, I began to feel that my blood cooled down and my skin became icy. I shouted hopelessly, “Mama, Papa,” but my voice was carried away by the wind. 

The walk in the snow left me quite tired out, so I decided to sit on a fallen trunk for a rest. By that moment, my toes were numb, and my clammy hands were as red as carrots. I felt my spirit was eaten away by coldness little by little. 

Just when I was trying to penetrate into the snowflakes falling down from the iron-grey sky, a glimpse of something sent a cold shiver down my spine. It was the wolf’s blue eyes. A surge of panic overwhelmed me and I couldn’t even move my legs.

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As a child growing up in the wild nature, I knew that I could not show fear, so I plucked up the courage to pick up a long, thick stick and pointed at them with it, pretending that it was a rifle. However, the trick didn’t work. The wolves were drawing closer to me, with their eyes, ears, and nose pointing towards me. 

In despair, I brandished the stick and shouted at them loudly, attempting to scare them away, but it still didn’t work.

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“Will I die here today?” 

Just as a wolf was going to jump onto me, I heard a gunshot and the wolf fell into the snow, with others fleeing away quickly. I turned around and saw my father on a horse. I ran to him and cried hard for several minutes. 

It turned out that my parents went out to look for me. My father heard me shouting and then came over to rescue me.

An Encounter in the Desert 

One morning in March 2080, when I opened the front door, I was started to see a rattlesnake curling on the doorstep. Snakes were common in a desert, as were other desert horrors like bark scorpions, wolf spiders, and tarantulas. However, this was the first time it visited my house. I grabbed a shovel and a shopping bag in the kitchen and managed to get the snake into the bag. Then, I hurled the bag towards a hill.

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“What are you doing with my bag?” An angry voice called out behind me. 

“Oh, no!” I had to get the bag back, so as not to get into trouble with my mother. 

I raced down the stairs and made a dash for the direction where the bag went. The red-rock desert stretched far into the hill that I was heading for. The dessert was basically barren, with some mesquite and cacti scattered about.

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When I was halfway through my journey, dust swirled up, blurring my eyes and filling my nose. Luckily, I spotted a cave beneath a giant rock, so I crept into it to wait until the dust settled. The moment I came in, a damp, rancid smell hit me. It was the smell of rotting meat mixing with moist soil. As the cave was dark, I groped my way along one side of the cave, until my fingers touched a globular object. It was cool and wet but felt very smooth. 

“What is it?” A disturbing thought suddenly struck me, and my hair stood on end. 

“Is it a skull?!” 

The thought of a skull in a cave absolutely froze my blood. I let out a terrified scream and turned around, preparing to leave this horrible place. However, just at that moment, the “skull” spoke. 

“Hello!” 

When I heard this, I nearly wet my pants. 

Suddenly, the “skull” emitted a light. 

I turned over my shoulder and glanced nervously at it. In the failing light, it shined with a dark grey metallic luster. 

It was a globular droid.

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“I found treasure in a cave!” I could scarcely contain my joy in this discovery. 

I grabbed the droid and crawled out of the cave. 

The dust, which settled thickly over everything, had stopped.  

On my way to home, the droid occasionally flashed its light and then read out a number. 

“What is it?” I thought to myself. 

“I am a droid, and I am on a mission,” it spoke suddenly, which startled me again. 

“You can read my mind!” My face was flushed with excitement. 

“Can you take me to the tallest mountain nearby? My master is going to retrieve me tonight.” 

“Master? You have a master?” My curiosity was aroused. 

Then, as the droid requested, we went to the tallest mountain in our region. On our way, I learned more about it. 

This droid was indeed carrying out a mission, that is, to detect the level of radiation of the earth. 

It turned out that fifty years ago, a war broke out because of food scarcity, with a large number of atomic bombs being dropped. The few thousand people who survived fled to deserts, the place that was less contaminated.

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Some highly-intelligent creatures from another planet detected an unusually high level of radiation from the earth, so they sent dozens of droids here to see whether there were still habitable places. 

I put the droid on the mountain peak and waited for its master to descend from the sky in a shiny silver spacecraft, just like what I had seen in a movie. However, to my disappointment, nothing happened. At last, I took the droid home. 

Now, the droid still sits on my windowsill. It stares up into the space day and night, wondering where its master is.