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Hello everybody. We are two young girls, 16 and 17. We love to write shortstorys. Today you can see our storys. We hope you can learn and think about the words. Have fun.

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How the house needs every stone,
the ocean every drop of water,
the harvest every wheat grain,
the light every sunray,
I need you, your honesty and your love.

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Thanks mummy that you shows me what love is. Thanks mummy that you are there for me. Thanks mummy that you laugh if I laugh. Thanks mummy that you cry if I cry. Thanks mummy that you protect me from the bad. Thanks mummy that you keep my way free. Thanks mummy that you love me and my mistakes. Thanks mummy that you are always with me. Thanks mummy that you love me.

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An unknown man entered a seminar with about 300 people. He lifted 50 euro banknote in the air. He shouted to the crowd: „Who would wants the 50 euro banknote gets up.“
Everybody stood up. He said: „I, the stranger, will hand over banknote to somebody of you, however, let me first do something.“ He crumpled the banknote, threw it on the ground and rubbed it with his shoe sole to and fro on the filthy ground.
Once more he asked: „Who wants the banknote?“ Everybody still.
„Dear people, today we have once more learnt something. Whatever happened with the banknote, you still wanted it, because it has never lost its value. No matter how often it was kicked and how filthy it was. This is everyday life. No matter how often a person has been kicked, has been pushed, has been offended and has been finished, he does not lose any value. We should never be judged by our looks but by who we really are. Never forget how valuable you are.“

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When I was 5 years old, my mother was 25 and I found her very old.
When I was old 25 years old and she was 45, I found her old.
When I was 45 years old, she was 65, and I found her youthful.
When I was 48 years old, my mother died, and I found, she has died very young.

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At night a fire breaks out in a house. While the flames flare up high, parents and children flee out of the house. Horrified they see how the fire destroys their home.

Suddenly they note that the youngest is absent, a five-year-old boy who was afraid of smoke and flames at the moment of the escape and hid. They look at each other. There is no possibility to go back in the burning house.

Then a window opens. The boy calls for help. His father sees him and shouts to him „jump!“ The boy sees only smoke and flames. However, he hears the voice of his father and shouts: „Dad, I can’t see you!“ The father calls to him: „But I see you, and this is already enough. Jump!“ The boy jumps and finds himself healthy in the arms of his father who has caught him.

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After 10 years I met my best friend, who changed a lot.

I knew her since first class. We were the best in the class and all students admired us because we were the best friends ever known. We went together in each an every class …Time passed and we finished our school life and began to work.

It was the first time that we realised, we will now never again study together. She had found a job in an other country . So we enjoyed the few last days together. Time passed and it was time for her to leave. I brought her to the airport. After the emotional Goodbye, she took her plane. After sometime we started to work and we forgot the memories of school.

After 10 years I met her in a shop by chance, but she didn't recognize me. I told her that we went to school together, but she didn't believe me. She ignored me and went outside. After a week I saw her again but she ignored me. After sometime she came to me and said that she only like people from rich countries and not from poor. After that I realized that you should never trust a person too much, because sugar can be dangerous too.

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How my friend became a betrayer

The school bell rang and all the students ran out. Only a few students were there and spoke about the lessons which they had. There was also a new student. Her name was Lucie. She stood there alone, looked right and left. I walked to her and greeted. She seems to be shy but greeted me back. After a time I asked her if she is new here. She said yes and we talked about her and me. After a quick talk we said goodbye and went home.

The next day we saw each other again. After the lessons we talked and we became good friends. After a quick talk she was one of my best friends. We did everything together and we helped each other. One day my purse was stolen and I went to the headteacher and complained about it. They immediately started to search in every bag but unfortunately, I couldn't find it anywhere. Sometimes later I let it gone.

Few weeks later my money was stolen and I couldn't find it as well. Every week something was stolen from me. One day the school bell rang and all the students were outside and only Lucie was there. She was nervously standing there but I didn't ask her why. After a few weeks I found out that she was the one who had stolen my things and thought how easily friends you once trusted can be become betrayers.