At the time I was only 5 years old. It me and my mother and father, the people I had loved most were at the beach living the dream. The sun was heading down creating a beautiful sunset across the ocean. My long dusty-blonde hair flowed in the wind creating a beautiful scene. Everything was perfect or so I thought.
We loved it there, the warmth of the sun setting, living as a perfect family. But life flashed before my eyes. It may sound crazy but a horde of penguins came. We went up to them, staying a distance but they charged towards us. My mother screamed out "RUN MY DEAR, RUN!". At the moment I was silenced in fear. I ran off not to far from there.
Once I came back to that spot I was horrified by the sight I saw. My mother and father's lifeless corpses laying there. I was filled with rage and sadness. I screamed as loud as I could in anger. I grabbed my father's watch and ran off. Our family didn't have much but we loved it. I had just lost everything I loved.
That was the day I swore to myself I would get revenge.
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Penguins.
AdventureA joke story I made about how penguins murdered my family. This story was old, and the writing is absolutely garbage. I've discontinued it, but feel free to read it
