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Bad Luck Man Strikes Again
Six years later, my son is writing again!
This just made my day — my 13-year-old son, Julius, finally continued the epic tale he wrote when he was seven. Back then, he created a wild story about good luck, bad luck, and the surprising power of a prayer. And now? He’s brought the hero (and villain) back for a rematch.
Here’s his latest installment — sent to me this morning via a long, dramatic WhatsApp message. I couldn’t stop grinning.
Enjoy Part 2 — Bad Luck Man Strikes Again.
I strolled into the mall, briefly praying that there would be cheese bread at the bakery before stepping inside. The cool air conditioning hit me as I entered AMK Hub, and I smiled.
I greeted the baker before looking around for my favorite pastry of all time. To my surprise, it was nowhere to be found. “How unfortunate, or should I say, how unlucky?”, a voice behind me began to laugh maniacally. In the blink of an eye, everyone around me vanished. I gritted my teeth. “Bad Luck Man. How long has it been since our last battle? Why face me again now?” I asked, turning to confront him.
“Six years, I believe. But I assure you, our fight will not have the same result,” the figure in black robes replied, a subtle aura forming around him. “Enough banter! Let us begin our…
