Notes Of The Young Writer

Greetings my dear reader! Make yourself at home. I really hope that my stories will help you escape from the problems and immerse yourself in the wonderful world of my fantasies. Chapter 3 The cruiser already landed near the location of the cat camp. But they were asleep and did not hear any noise, as they were very tired. Jamba was the first to come out holding a gun to catch Stich. A green cuttlefish came down behind him, clumsily waddling, and breathed in the air with pleasure. An evil genius inspected the area where they landed and hummed...

Greetings my dear reader! Make yourself at home. I really hope that my stories will help you escape from the problems and immerse yourself in the wonderful world of my fantasies. Chapter 3 The gray cat ran to the river where he discovered a strange creature a couple of hours ago. This time nobody and nothing will stop him. The warrior stopped, taking his breath away and looked at the river. Luckily, it quickly smelled like a vole and the cat licked its lip, but he had no right to eat until he took the whole tribe's prey...

Greetings my dear reader! Make yourself at home. I really hope that my stories will help you escape from the problems and immerse yourself in the wonderful world of my fantasies. Chapter 2 - Well, if I could only get you... I'll rip you to pieces! - Do you want to kill your own creation? - Of course not! I just want to catch him, I don't know what he can do. Where could he have gone this time? And an evil genius began to chant something, looking for the data he needed until his mouth was distorted in a gloomy grin...

Greetings my dear reader! Make yourself at home. I really hope that my stories will help you escape from the problems and immerse yourself in the wonderful world of my fantasies. The sky got dark, the clouds began to thicken, and somewhere the thunder was thundering, but Foley paid absolutely no attention to it, killed by grief ... she continued to go to the lake. He started to spread a little rain, and the nasty drizzle hit his eyes and hung on a fur coat. Foley had never felt such pain before, and her heart was clenched in sadness and loneliness...

Greetings my dear reader! Make yourself at home. I really hope that my stories will help you escape from the problems and immerse yourself in the wonderful world of my fantasies. An eagle flew over the savanna, soaring high into the sky, cutting the wings in half. And each of the people of the Pride march or just a passing beast who looked at him, heard the eagle singing a song. Maybe it was just the wind howling, but some say that they managed to understand the words. The eagle that flew past the eagle hid behind the clouds that were as thick as cotton candy...