Zean, the famous तारा, स्टार of संगीत world came back with his Zeal (his guitar) and his famous UKK band after a live performance. He sat in front of a big mirror removing his make up. His ears were active with the chatter of his mates who were busy in talking about another band. He turned back with a big a smile as if he wanted to say something but he didn’t. he saw a small boy running and then he stood up and ran behind him he ran and ran and ran until he found himself surrounded द्वारा white light and some noise in which he could hear “so आप are Zean…. Haaahaaaaa look at him his….” Zean,, zean” he again came back to the world he lived in. “You are tired go sleep on bed”. He opened his eyes and found his Zeal sitting beside him and everyone looking with big big eyes with 100 सवालों in them. “no problem,,,, really no problem at all” Zean tried to play cool but he was not…his voice showed uncertainty. He looked and saw small बिस्तर with white sheets and a big तकिया which seemed to be soft. “ sooooooo here” he was about to jump when he looked in the mirror and drowned in memories. He was going down and down until a small boy named Ilm came. He was the one who stays with them. He was nearly 13 years old Indian boy with big black eyes and black hairs which he kept back. As against to world he preferred wearing KURTA PAIJAMA. “hey whats up? How was the performance?” Zean asked with smile on his face. “ performance…. It was really great…” Ilm stands up copying Zean…but he didn’t hold up Zeal as he knew Zean will mind that. “ oh boy आप will become तारा, स्टार one day” Zean कहा with that smile which always enlightens his face. “REALLY? Heeeeey yaaaaaaah…..:” Ilm कहा with happiness. “Ilm where are you? See heres your प्रिय candy… our प्रशंसकों sent them.. “ “ he is in profit just coz he lives with us… where is he?” “ gotta go” Ilm कहा with hurry and ran. And here Zean’s smile faded and he went in the OCEAN OF MEMOIES…
( in अगला chapter I’ll reveal his past but for now how is it?)
( in अगला chapter I’ll reveal his past but for now how is it?)
Hayly's gucci boots
January 16, 1815
Journal,
We have gotten fortunate, Journal! Nastea has found coats in the broken down train. She sits द्वारा Sasha now, covering her in them. And she took one for herself as well. I can see color returning to Sasha’s cheeks. Nastea coughs harshly, shivering nervously. Her toes are turning blue, and one has already fallen off. We slept in the train last night, getting as much warmth as we could. We have to start to हटाइए tomorrow, find shelter. The berries Nastea fed Sasha seem to have made Sasha a lot sicker than she was before. She’s coughing up blood now. The snow around her is stained with red and pink. I attempted to make a आग earlier, and let me tell आप journal, it didn’t work out. It’s much to cold to start flames. For every time the आग ignites, it extinguishes, the harsh winds blowing it out. I’m losing my teeth, journal. Nastea can’t talk anymore, and her and Sasha’s hair is mostly gone. Journal, what’s happening to us?
Bye Journal,
Nadia
Journal,
We have gotten fortunate, Journal! Nastea has found coats in the broken down train. She sits द्वारा Sasha now, covering her in them. And she took one for herself as well. I can see color returning to Sasha’s cheeks. Nastea coughs harshly, shivering nervously. Her toes are turning blue, and one has already fallen off. We slept in the train last night, getting as much warmth as we could. We have to start to हटाइए tomorrow, find shelter. The berries Nastea fed Sasha seem to have made Sasha a lot sicker than she was before. She’s coughing up blood now. The snow around her is stained with red and pink. I attempted to make a आग earlier, and let me tell आप journal, it didn’t work out. It’s much to cold to start flames. For every time the आग ignites, it extinguishes, the harsh winds blowing it out. I’m losing my teeth, journal. Nastea can’t talk anymore, and her and Sasha’s hair is mostly gone. Journal, what’s happening to us?
Bye Journal,
Nadia
The pookie fell from a पेड़
upon hitting the ground he farted
scared at his own flatulence he tried climbing up the tree. But for every branch he grabbed he tooted. and for every twig he broke, he farted.
farting all the way up, pookie climed that tree. He had to make it to the चोटी, शीर्ष आप see, cause that where pookie's make pee. Relief was almost in reach for pookie. till a stiring occurred within.. a rumbling sensation, and pookie knew.. with a tear, that he couldn't hold it in.
Till this दिन those who were near कहा it sounded like a cow mooing. The momentum of his farts became like a rocket and shot pookie up and out that tree! Up in to the sky..till pookie could not be seen.
moral of story? dont eat beans. O_o
अगला chapter "The pookie Returns"
