Do not believe anything you read here. It's just for the fun of it.
Rules:
- Tell us a fake story (Don't forget to add humour to it)
- Nominate 2 people for the challenge
- Use the #fakestorychallenge tag
Okay!! Here we go
On the evening of Monday, 2 June 2001, at the peak of winter, I was on my balcony watching the sun rise, while trying to fan myself with my locally made hand-fan because I was sweating as a result of walking for hours under the hot sun.
On observing from the foot of the mountain where my house was located, a horse rider was ascending up to my house from the hill. Funny enough, I could recognise the voice of the man from afar, but because of the cold weather, his words got frozen into ice. So to be able to know what he was saying, I had to defrost the frozen words in my microwave oven. And alas, his words read "Merry Christmas".
On getting closer, I found out that the woman was my childhood friend who I lost contact with. She had been involved in an autocrash that claimed both of her arms; damn! poor armless woman. When she saw me, she quickly dismounted from her horse and flung her arms wide open with a warm embrace; it was like a reunion. Tears just rolled down her cheek, but like you expected the cold weathers of the summer to be, the tears froze into ice, but the microwave oven also helped out. This is one of the reasons I keep microwave oven.
We stood for some moments still holding our hands, while the sun was shimmering rays of light on us. We proceeded from there to a skydiving escapade, but a remarkable thing happened. As he jumped off the top of the cliff, the parachute failed to open in mid-air. But brave enough, he had to jump back onto the cliff to avoid smashing his head on the rock.
Ok guys! This was how I celebrated my Christmas holidays.
Merry Christmas and a prosperous new year, people.
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