It was one of the usual nights from school, tiring and boring. Home is boring. School is boring. His feet were heavy as he stepped on the passenger jeep which will bring him home. One by one, passengers boarded. Some were staring, some ignored him.

Suddenly, his senses were kindled. Lo, a hot chic was boarding the jeep. She wore this rusty colored hot pants revealing a well shaped pair of legs and a brown tank top. Everybody seemed magnetized, too. All eyes were on the hot chick.

Reaching her destination, the hot chic called on the driver to stop the jeep. Everybody was shocked that the voice was that of a man.

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Once there was a very beautiful maiden who was forbidden to show her feelings towards men. The fairies of the forest had put a curse on her but she will not know of it but only during the time she breaks the agreement.

The master of the land decided one day to visit the forests and saw this very beautiful lady living in the forests. She saw him, too, and fell in love the minute she saw him. At an instant, her beautiful face transformed into a paper mask. The master of the land was horrified and left at once leaving the very beautiful maiden in her misery.

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Is the wound true or not?

Here is a story.  Tell me why and if it’s true.

An errand boy was given a bottle of soft drinks and died.  Why did he die?

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In a remote place called the Smokey Mountain, there lived Hannah, seven years old, daughter of Mang Bestre and Aling Igna. Hannah is a little child that has a wild imagination and an ambition that cannot be understood by her playmates and also her parents. She will always tell them that one day she will be able to get out of Smokey Mountain and be someone rich and famous, sweet-smelling and nice-looking.

Mang Bestre and Aling Igna are always puzzled by their daughter’s actuations. They wonder where she gets her ideas. Without them knowing, Hannah when left in the house will go, after daycare school, to the neighboring house, and watch TV. At first, it was like a shock to her to know that there exist beautiful houses, pretty people, beautiful clothes, nice cars, and many more that she had not seen in their neighborhood.

And so after seeing these things from the television, Hannah started imagining and hoping fervently that she will one day get money and get away from Smokey mountain.

One night, as she was watching the moon outside their house, sitting by the last step of their house, she heard voices. She silently walked into the location and saw two men talking. She slipped at the back of a big drum where they save water. The two men were arguing about a treasure they had buried in that exact location near where they stand. The argument lasted for a few minutes but agreed later that they will wait for midnight to come. They will come back in the midnight to dig for the treasure was all Hannah remembered clearly.

When they left, Hannah looked for something she could use to dig and hurriedly went to the area where the two men were standing a while ago. She prepared herself and started digging. After several moments of digging with her tool, she heard a click. A loud boom ensued.

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“What’s a delicate, fragile, little thing like you doing in a place like these?” he asked reeking with booze. He had had extremely huge fills of liqueur. His tongue hung like it was beat from those couple of hours drinking. His left hand, holding the liqueur glass, also looked like it wanted to retire. But his droopy eyes are fixed on that petite form of Isabela.

Isabela tried to smile. Her lithe body changed position by shifting her left thigh and leg over her right thigh and leg creating a crossed leg position. She looked around the bar before articulating the words. “What do you think might be the reason?” fixing her eyes on his droopy eyes. She was sick and tired of this whole thing.

“Oh, the hell! What do I know? Perhaps you are one of them,” putting in his tongue as he suddenly realized it was hanging. “Perhaps you are one of these chippies, ” lifting his seemingly heavy arm and hand, trying to point at the girls in the bar. “How much?”

“To tell you the truth, I do not get paid. I just wanted to have little fun. But poor you, you are not even a candidate in that state. Ha ha.”

“So, what are you then? A sex fiend? A loose woman? They are all the same! How can you be different?!? It’s all the same!” He sounded angry though he was not, radically pounding the bar table. Suddenly, as if the booze effect had all gotten unto him, he dropped his head on the surface of the table, never able to lift it up again.

“It’s an experiment. And you wouldn’t even know of it.” Her lips curved with an impish smile.

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