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Then, the postman said, “Hi!”. And finished putting the mail into the mailboxes and left. Richard thought: There is something not right and weird about this Postman. What about I follow him? He might be the key to the cardboard mails.

So Richard followed the postman. The postman turned one corner, then the other. After countless times, Richard still followed the postman to another corner. But what was surprising was, when he turned the corner, there wasn’t a sign of the postman.

Where could he be? He looked around the street. Then, from behind, jumped out the Postman. And he got two people with him.

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The following night, Richard kept on wondering. He didn’t sleep that night, since he was thinking about the envelope. Richard did not dare to open the envelope, since he was afraid that there might be something dangerous that will kill him when he opened the envelope.

The next day, Richard walked down to the Lobby and he saw the Postman giving out letters. He saw the Postman and walked up to him, about to ask the question about his letter. But before he spoke a word, he saw the Postman slip a envelope and it was exactly the same as the one he got the day before.

Before he knew it, the Postman looked at him, and a shiver ran down his body.

Today, I am going to start a new story.

There was once a boy called Richard in the city New York. He was a normal citizen like everybody else. He goes to work everyday, eats lunch at around 12:00-1:00, goes back to his own apartment after the work day, and watches TV when he reaches home. Richard is single, and his apartment is quite small, around 1000 feet.

But something special happened to him one day…

Richard went down to the Lobby to collect his letters. He got 10 letters that morning. He quickly looked over them, and found nothing special. But when his eyes met the last letter, Richard could help to not stare at it.

It was no letter that he had ever seen. Firstly, it wasn’t shaped like a post, it was in a triangle shape. Secondly, the envelope was not made out of paper, it was made out of cardboard! Thirdly, the address was written behind the envelope, not in the front of it!

Something’s wrong, thought Richard.

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“Welcome to the plane!” said a stewardess. Philip looked past her shoulder and he stood, frozen to his feet. Why were there so little space between the seats? There were small and broken with cracks between the cushions. Is this an all-economy plane? “Is this first-class?” He asked. “Yes.” replied the stewardess.

He sat on the seat. It was hard. What kind of first-class was this? It was worst than economy class!

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Good trip, good trip, Philip thought. The words sounded strange. Will something bad happen?

A week later…

Philip arrived to the airport and sat down. His luggage was next to him and he took out his book. Twenty minutes later, it was boarding time. Philip walked slowly to the gate. After he got his ticket back, he walked towards the plane. Little did he know what will shock him.

Hi, I am back. Here’s a new story…

“Hi, this is the Awesome Trip Organizer Company. How can I help you?”
    ”My name is Philip Adams and I want to have a trip to Japan for 5 days from April 2-April 6. But I have some requirements.”
    ”All right, Mr. Adams. What are the requirements?”
    ”I want a first class seat of the company Cathay Pacific, and the hotel should have free food and free drinks. Also, the hotel should have a big room.”
    ”That will be possible, Mr. Adams. We will do everything and to give you a headcount, the fee will be 360,000 HKD, including the plane tickets and hotel fee. And we wish you a good trip.”
    ”Thank you.” And Philip put down the phone. Philip went to his room to get ready to pack for his trip a week later.

Sorry for not writing that much again. From now on, I will write everyday (except for this week, because I am busy).

 In Toronto, there was a house. And in that house, there lived a family. The father and mother went out for shopping, while the two twelve-year old kids stayed at home.

“Marvin, there is a snow storm now. I will be late.” My mom said in the phone. I turned off the phone and shouted, “Kevin, mom and dad are stuck in the snow storm and will come back late.” No answer. I repeated the same sentence again, but still, there wasn’t any answer. I went to check the rooms.

Then I saw my brother, coming out from the washroom. I repeated the message to him, and he just nodded. So since he understood what i was saying, I went to the study room to try out the new game that our parents bought for us on our birthday. I was about to sit on the chair when a hand went in front of me and stopped me. I turned around, and it was my brother.
I said, “What are you doing?”
“I am playing this game.”
“No, I am playing this game.” I punched his in the shoulder. And that was how our fight started.

We fought for around 15 minutes, and our conflict still hasn’t ended yet. I threw a punch, and it hit his nose. His nose suddenly went flat from the impact of my punch, and it started bleeding. The room started to become a horrible sight. My brother’s blood was leaking everywhere, mixed with my blood when he first bit my arm. Ow! I dodged his punch, but then he locked my neck with his other arm.

“No!” I screamed. But that didn’t stop him from squeezing my neck. I could feel myself breathing harder and faster from the lack of air. But he was squeezing so tight that no matter how I tried to breathe, it didn’t help.

After a minute, I felt super dizzy and my vision was clouded with stars surrounding my eyesight. I knew that I was going to die if I wasn’t going to do something soon. I tried multiple times to make my brother release his grip, but he was too strong. I felt a force trying to kill me, but another mental thought that kept on telling me, “Don’t give up! Don’t give up!”

But the blackness was expanding, and I knew that it was my sign of death. “I love my parents, and goodbye.” Then, the door opened, and in came my parents. “Stop!” My mom said. My dad separated us, and I passed out.

When I woke up, my mom said, “Oh my gosh, Marvin. Are you all right?” I replied with a nod. My parents brought me food and I felt myself getting better.

The next day, my parents talked to us, first punishing us about what we did was really dangerous, then they gave us a solution, “Why don’t you two just compromise?” My dad said, “For example, one of you can play the game for 1 day, and the other one will play it for the other day.” I thought that this was a really good way to solve our problem. Why did not we thought of that way first?

The message of this story is to give a message that some conflicts could have been solved with compromises. For example, in the third crusade, Richard and Saladin could have compromised first instead of fighting each other.

So long no see! I guess it should not be called Daily Writing anymore! Anyway, I will continue the story that I had started around a month ago…

Lights were everywhere! I could see the buildings, and the words on the wall. The words were flashing, and lights were blinking! That was just like fantasy!

We went into the city and it was crowded. The street was filled with swamps of people, and it was very hard to move around. I looked around the streets and I looked back. Where were my parents? I tried to find them, but of course, how could I find them? Oh no, what could I do? Calm down, Kenneth. Calm down, Kenneth, I said. Firstly, I need to think about how to survive. What was the resource to have access to almost everything? Money! It would be easy to get money in Las Vegas, because there are a lot of casinos. I am also a a smart boy, so I knew how casinos work, and I knew how to get money from the games.

I will continue the story on the February 25…

Summer! The holidays have arrived! Once every day I ask, “When are we going to Las Vegas?When are we going to Las Vegas?”  And this is what the returned answer is every day, “Be patient, son.” “Son, it’s alright, it will come soon.” This is more and more suspenseful.

A few days later, we were on the plane! I love airplanes! I like the announcement of the flights, in this case it is the flight of Las Vegas. “Flight to Las Vegas in 1:15.”. Few hours later, we landed on Las Vegas. When I got off the plane, I even admired the city more.

Today I will start a new story.

“Kenneth, guess where we are going for the summer holidays?” My dad said. I thought for a long time, but I still can’t guess. Tokyo, Hong Kong, Toronto, London, Paris… I guessed a lot of names, but none of them were correct! My mom said, “This year, we are going to Las…” “Vegas!” I quickly interrupted. “Quick and correct, son!” My dad said.

Las Vegas? All we could do was go to casino and stuff. My mom said, “Son, Las Vegas is not only going to casinos. You can also watch shows. International Shows!” How did my mom guess what I was thinking? Anyway, I changed my thought about Las Vegas immediately!