Fiction Story | The Productivity Science She was afraid to go out in the dark to see her friends playing in the town park. Her breath took extra effort to inhale as there was a temperature over -2 Degrees Celsius. Stepping outside her parents’ house, she recalled what her Dad said to her the other day, ‘honey, there are wolves, the cruel wolves wandering around in the nearby Jungle. You must not step outside the house alone anytime’. Dad, I’m a brave girl. If I saw any wolf in my way, that would be his last day of life. Romilda gave her an excuse to be not afraid of anything and started walking towards the park where she had planned out a game with her three other friends. The park was less than a mile away from where she lived. She was so excited about making the Santa Claus that it never occurred to her that she had taken the wrong direction and the road she was walking upon led to the wolf's territory. It was only when Romilda heard the wolves howling that she came out of the da...
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