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1. Create a story in 4 to 5 sentences using the words that your group just came up with.

2. Assign one person to read their story aloud. Then, the other groups will try to guess the three/ four secret words that were used to create the story.

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A human got lost in the forest and met a talking duck.

The duck said, “Follow me, I know the way home.”

They crossed streams and hills together, chatting and becoming friends.

As the sun set, they finally found their way out of the forest.

The human laughed and said, “Turns out my savior is a duck!”

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Write down the names of everyone in your group

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Write down the names of everyone in your group

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For example:

In a busy urban city filled with skyscrapers and noise, a handsome young architect named Theo met with an important client to discuss a new building design. The client wanted something bold, something that stood out in the skyline. Theo proposed a stunning tower made of glass and shining steel, blending beauty with strength. Impressed, the client smiled and shook his hand. That day, a dream project was born in the heart of the city.

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Princess Elara was kind, curious, and always spoke with honesty. While others at court played games, she treated everyone with respect. People called her too soft, but she believed that being earnest was a strength.

When a great drought struck the kingdom, Elara promised her people she would help. She journeyed alone to find the mythical Crystal Spring, which only appeared to those with a pure heart.

After many days, she found it deep in the forest. A spirit asked, “Why do you seek this water?”

Elara replied, “Not for myself—but for my people. I made them a promise.”

Touched by her sincerity, the spirit gave her the water. The drought ended, and the land bloomed again.

From then on, she was known not just as Princess Elara, but as The Earnest Heart.

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許語姍、楊哲岳、黃巧慧、蕭萬福

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許語姍、楊哲岳、黃巧慧、蕭萬福

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The boy is very hungry after school.

He starts to eat a sandwich at his desk.

While eating, he opens his textbooks to study.

Studying and eating at the same time is hard, but he tries his best.

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Once upon a time, in a small village, there lived a baker known for his good cakes. Every morning, he would wake up early to prepare the freshest ingredients. One day, as he was gathering supplies, he spotted a golden egg near the edge of the forest. Curious, he picked it up and took it back to his bakery.

The baker decided to experiment with the egg, incorporating it into his special cake recipe. As he mixed the ingredients, the kitchen filled with delightful aromas. When the cake was finally baked, it looked exquisite.

When the villagers tasted the cake, they exclaimed, “This is the best cake we’ve ever had!” The baker smiled, knowing that the secret was not only in his skill but also in that unexpected golden egg.

From that day on, people traveled from far and wide to taste his famous cake, and he became known as the best baker in the land. The golden egg became a symbol of good fortune, reminding everyone that sometimes, the best things come from unexpected places. And so, the baker lived happily, filling the village with joy, one good cake at a time.

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In a quiet sunlit farm, a seemingly ordinary beef tomato hung peacefully on a vine, just like all the others—waiting for the day it would ripen. But one morning, everything changed.

A sudden bolt of lightning struck the greenhouse.

When the smoke cleared, one tomato opened its eyes.

“I… who am I? Where am I? Why can I think?”

It looked down at its bright red, round body and realized something was different. It could move. It could speak—well, sort of. It could think.

It gave itself a name: Tomato.

“If I have consciousness, maybe I can learn. Maybe I can be… like a human.”

And so, Tomato rolled out of the farm, wrapped a cloak of leaves around its body to hide its tomato-ness, and set off on a journey to human civilization.

Days later, it somehow managed to enroll in a nearby high school. With a bit of internet research and suspiciously forged documents, it signed up under the name “Tomato.” The teachers, thinking it was just a quirky foreign name, didn’t ask questions.

At school, Tomato quietly observed humans—how they spoke, laughed, argued, and learned. It took notes, aced tests, and sat alone at lunch, all while hiding the truth: that it was not a person at all, but a tomato with a mind of its own.

But Tomato had no idea…

Its very existence would soon shake both the human world—and the vegetable world—to their roots.

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In a quiet alley of Prague stood a bar named “Midnight Light.” The owner, Viktor, was once a renowned bartender, famous for his signature cocktail made with vodka as the base, a splash of Cointreau, and his homemade orange peel syrup. It was smooth on the palate, with a lingering finish.

Over the years, he built strong connections and saved enough to fulfill his dream—becoming a winery owner. He opened a small vineyard in Moravia, personally overseeing every bottle of wine. Yet, he never left the bar counter, for that was where he connected with the world.

One night, a mysterious guest arrived, claiming to be searching for the legendary bartender who could change fate through a drink. Viktor smiled faintly and poured a glass of his Cointreau vodka special. In a calm voice, he said, “Fate is never in the drink—it lies in the moment you dare to take the first sip.”

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彭宣綾、徐明聖、楊玉玫、唐千淳

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彭宣綾、徐明聖、楊玉玫、唐千淳

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word：strawberry jam,sweet potato,strake,petelgeuse Romanée-conti,Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis

Story:In a small town shrouded in violet mist, there lived a young pastry chef named Strake. He ran a peculiar dessert shop, best known for its infamous “Hell-Level Strawberry Jam Sweet Potato Pie,” a mix of homemade strawberry jam and locally grown sweet potato. It was the kind of dessert that could make you cry, yet you'd never stop eating it.

One day, a crazed and mysterious visitor burst into the shop. Clad in tattered green robes and wearing a manic expression, he introduced himself as Petelgeuse Romanée-Conti, a fanatic who worshipped a twisted concept of “love.” Slamming the table, he shouted, “I want a slice of your soul pie, paired with a bottle of 1978 Romanée-Conti!”

Strake calmly replied, “That vintage wine, I’ve never seen. But if you want a soul flavor... I’ll need to add a special ingredient.”

He retreated to the kitchen and took a dusty jar from the deepest shelf. The label read:
“Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis”—not a disease here, but a forbidden spice made from volcanic silica dust, said to reveal the past and the future to anyone who consumes it.

When the pie was ready, Petelgeuse took a bite. His body twitched, his laughter turned into sobbing fits, and then he collapsed. Through tears and hysteria, he whispered that he had seen “true love”... and also sweet potatoes dancing inside the strawberry jam.

Strake merely wiped his hands and muttered, “He’s not the first to see them.”

From then on, a saying spread throughout the town:

strawberry jam,sweet potato,strake,petelgeuse Romanée-conti,Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis

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When a mysterious virus quickly catches on around the world, people begin to realize the seriousness of the pandemic. Although life is completely disrupted, the crisis inspires countless medical workers and scientists to fight tirelessly. This spirit of unity inspires a young girl to dream of becoming a doctor. Years later, she takes part in a major vaccine development project and becomes someone who changes the world.