Wednesday, 12 June 2019

Sagar's Writing

Week #34 (19)

It just sat there. An ordinary, transparent glass of water. Or was it? It was lounging on the smooth oak table. Why was it there? The beautiful, decorated glass urged me to drink the mysterious liquid inside. It was as though the wonderful, coloured glass was hypnotising me! My pale, sweaty arm glided slowly towards the glass. I had no choice, I unwillingly drank the contents of the mysterious, glass cup. That was the biggest mistake of my life. Enormous rumbling noises came from inside me. I smoothly started to float into the light, blue sky when I saw a...

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