The Lost City
Once a day in the summer of 1920 in London, I was going on a short trip to the lake that lies not so far from my country house that remains in "greenwood village", so after an hour of driving I finally reached my wooden camp house near the lake, I lined my car beside it and started to take of my heavy bags and hold them towards the door, then I put them down to be able to open it, thereafter I started to unpack them and put them in their main places..
After two hours of organizing the house and doing what I need to do, I walked into the kitchen to make hot-chocolate and some dinner, well what can I say when I finally found peace and calm away from all the noises of the village. Anyway, after a very tiring day I must go to sleep because I have a lot of things to do tomorrow morning, like cutting some trunks and doing some home-works...
At seven o'clock in the morning I woke up on a very strange sound that came out from the lake, it was like a very loud trumpet ! so in a harry I wore my coat and ran towords it to find out what it was about.., when I arrived I saw strange small bright colored lights that were floating above it making weird movements and shapes, then in a blink of an eye they disappeared..
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