CREATIVE WRITING
A Peculiar Object It was 1929 at three o’clock and Daniel was in his loft, it was HMPPNZBOEDPME%BOJFMEJEOnUXBOUUPCFUIFSF5IFSFXFSF SBUTBOECBUT EFBENJDF CMVFCPUUMFTBOETQJEFST/PCPEZMJLFE UIFMPGU5IFPOFBOEPOMZXJOEPXXBTTUVˋFEXJUIDPCXFCTTP %BOJFMIBEBCMVSSZWJTJPOPGUIFSPBEPVUTJEF5IBUNBEFIJN EJTBQQPJOUFECFDBVTFEPXOPOUIBUSPBEBQBSBEFXBTUBLJOH QMBDF)FKVNQFEBUUIFTPVOEPGBSBUBOEMBVHIFEXIFOIF found out it was…just a rat. Daniel stared through the cobwebs intently and then returned to cleaning out the loft. o8IBUBMPWFMZXBZUPTQFOEBQMBZEBUF pFYDMBJNFE(FPSHF TBSDBTUJDBMMZ(FPSHFDBNFPWFSGPSBQMBZEBUFXJUI EBOHFSPVTUPZSPDLFUTBOEQMBTUJDTXPSET(FPSHFXBT %BOJFMnTCFTUGSJFOEBOEXBTBMXBZTXJMMJOHUPQMBZXJUI IJN)FXBTWFSZEJTBQQPJOUFEUIBUIFIBEUPDMFBO PVU%BOJFMnTMPGUXJUIIJN(FPSHFUSJFEUPDIFFS
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gathered in my mind. Why was I doing this? But my mysterious instinct took over. I had always enjoyed a mystery and here was one right before my very eyes. I UFOUBUJWFMZQVTIFEUIFEPPS *UDSFBLFEdMPVEMZ*TUFQQFE JOTJEF5IFEBNQ NVTUZ BSPNBSPTFVQUISPVHI my nose. I looked around. 5IFSFXFSFDPCXFCTBOE EVTUFWFSZXIFSF5IFSPPN XBTTQBSTFBQBSUGSPNB trunk, nestled in the corner. *UMPPLFEPVUPGQMBDF MJLFJU IBECFFOQMBDFEUIFSFPO QVSQPTF
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