Ten – year – old, my cousin took me fishing by the river. Shortly after we started fishing, my float sank suddenly. I thought a big fish had bitten the hook and called my cousin to help me pull the rod together. But then I saw a vague figure emerging from the river. My cousin let out a terrified scream: “Run! That’s not a fish! It’s a man – eating
Category: Survival Story
The younger sister went to be a bridesmaid for her best friend, but was insulted by eight groomsmen that night. When my younger sister said she was going to a mountainous area to attend the wedding of her classmate and best friend, I firmly disagreed. The wedding disturbances in that mountain village were severe, and I was afraid she would be in danger. My younger sister pleaded desperately, saying that
“When the doomsday came, the oxygen content in the air rose to 70%. Insects mutated, and fires broke out frequently.” “Everyone had to rely on oxygen cylinders to live.” “Grandma and Uncle’s family took away all our oxygen cylinders when they saw that resources were limited.” “Our house was burned to the ground because the piled-up trash was ignited by a small spark.” “Although my parents and I narrowly escaped