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A Bibliophile from the Heart! In an age where most children my age only care about Instagram, TikTok, or YouTube, must people are curious about how I started my journey of reading. I remember the first book I read. A mere toddler, I opened a gift my parents got me out of the blue. Being a child, gifts naturally excited me. Grinning my toothless grin, I tore open the present, only to find... a book? I was so confused! But curiosity killed the cat. I opened the book, and I must complete the quote, satisfaction brought it back. I discovered something new, something I would never let go of.  Since then, I have read an enormous amount of books. I can read a book again, and again, and again, yet still cry at the same parts, laugh at the same jokes, bond with the same characters. I pride myself in saying, that like people can recite the dialogues of a movie, I can meticulously recite all the dialogues of a book. I lose myself in the pages of a book, enter the fantastic world the author ha...

  Snack Attack 🍴🍪! Surely, at some point of time in your life, you have tiptoed down the dark hallway, late at night, straight to the treasury, - or rather, the kitchen? I'll bet you riffed through all the shelfs just to satisfy the  rats   dinosaurs  that have made your stomach their abode. Don't lie to me now, I know the feeling! But was it just you? Or had someone already committed the crimes you were about to? Enjoy this original short story, and find out everything that happens when the clock strikes twelve! Snackpocalypse 🍕! Should I? Or should I not? I shook my head. This wasn't matter of thought. Yes. I'll do it! I screamed in my head. I gingerly got out of bed, put in my slippers, when- DONG! The clock struck twelve. The world outside was silent, bathed in the glow of the flickering streetlights. But inside my house? A different kind of mission was about to begin.  I tiptoed down the hallway, each creaky floorboard threatening to expose my crime. The...