If I was the writer, standing in the shoes of an elephant, I'd start off describing my peaceful life. I'd describe how we were peaceful mammals. We (Meaning the elephant and his elephant friends and family) always went about our business and did what was needed to live. Poachers came to hunt us down quite often, just because our skin was considered rare amongst the African People, they would kill us. Describe how the semi humane people would not kill the elephant, but buy the skin from the seller. These killers, the poachers often resurfaced as wealthy, heartless men. Although most people consider it a "small issue" it is killing us, we are drifting to extinction if this doesn't stop, and soon. Write about how you think life might be, if poachers were not a thing.
I am pretty sure that if you embellish upon this story and extent it enough. This will surely meet your story's character standard of 300-500 characters.
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xPain
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The writer is trying to imply that the streets act like veins, life flows through a street such as blood flows through our veins. When a vein ruptures, blood spews out creating a messy, chaotic scene. The author makes a great comparison between ruptured veins and streets of the small German town to help form ideas in people's minds of what happened to the town after it was bombed.
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Answer: The answer for line seven is, Who fears hurtful things being done to his family. The answer for line eight is, Who gives all he has to make a home for elderly Jews.
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This is a story about a young sailor who was said to be a dreamer due to the fact that he believed in an old but powerful and mythical legend. One afternoon in sunny day the young sailor was wondering around the sea looking for the mysterious fruit found in a mysterious island which no one had ever found. A little hope that shone in his body, his mind, and his soul. The legend was said that when the world of the demons will take over our world a boy will find a mythical island which will produce some unknown, mysterious yet powerful fruit, but in every power there is something that it wants in return it is said the sea will hate whoever had eaten that fruit because the fruit was only produce from the bottom of the sea. When the evil clouds starts to flow in the air like a sail sailing in the vast ocean the sea will sense the danger and rise the mysterious island which has it's fruit. But little did anyone know that the day when that would rise came nearer nad nearer every day. When that day came the sea was ferocious, the cloud were blood red. The sea sensed the danger it summoned the mysterious island and waited for someone to come and find it. Legend has it that a boy came and ate one of its fruit and gained power beyond humans limitations. He defeated the evil and the world was peaceful again or that's what they thought. The devils were gone peace and harmony flew in the air. But the sea still sensed danger that awaited. It is said that the sea still hasn't lowered back the mysterious island and the island still waits for another person to come and find the fruit or the treasure it holds.
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I hope that the story I wrote is related to your question. If not then you can get inspiration from it
