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Flipboard Magazine Post No 1
Shahmeer’s post of being afraid of clowns was interesting. The story gave chills. I’ve never seen the show ‘Goose Bumps’ before. I can imagine it happen. But I don’t like horror movies. Fear of clowns is called coulrophobia. Also, maybe I am coulrophobic. I’ve never seen a real life clown before. I only saw pictures of them.
Anyways, I might be Acrophobic (A person who is afraid of heights or high places), Arsonphobic (A person who is afraid of fire), Nosophobic (A person who is afraid of getting a disease) or maybe even Athazagoraphobic (A person who is afraid of being forgotten). These are some phobias I have. It might be surprising that I’m afraid of fire. I don’t like to go near it ‘cause I think I might get burned. I’m also afraid of touching animals. I like to look at animals. I also seem interested in them, but I just can’t touch them.
Flipboard Magazine Post No 2
Nook’s post interest me. I wonder what will happen next. It’s quite unusual for an eight-year-old boy to not like candy. Many people like candy. That’s why it’s so interesting. This is what I think will happen next. Red is the story Nook wrote. Blue is my continued story.
I hope you like it.
‘Candies’ are best friends of anyone, but not with this strange 8-year-old boy. In everyone else’s perspective, candies come in different colors like the rainbow, but for him, candies have no color. Candies bring a smile to your face because of their different sweet taste and a fun burst of flavors, not for him, candies only have one taste; bitter. “Candies cause tooth decay,” the only fact he knows about what candies are. He never liked candies. Until a little girl, younger than him came in, she gave him this particular object wrapped in a pastel plastic foil.....
.......It was a piece of candy. He was focused on the candy for some reason and when he turned and wanted to give the candy back, the little girl had disappeared. He didn’t know what to do with the candy. He thought he could just throw it away. But instead he took a small bite. Then, he felt the sensation of the taste. He started to like candy. He then ate the whole piece of candy. He wanted more. Ever since then, he ate candy regularly every day (may be in memory of that little girl, who knows). He would also brush his teeth regularly to prevent tooth decay. And that’s how the strange 8 year old boy came to like candy.
Nook’s post interests me. Nobody ever found out that French Fries were originated in Belgium. Ever since I was little, I wondered why French Fries are called French Fries. Thank you Nook, now I know.
Link to the information source post:
“Do French Fries Really Come From France?”
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