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Creative Writing: A Stormy Night At Dierks Lake
One stormy night at a camper at Dierks lake. There was a man who lived there and was wishing he could be a billionaire.
He was a poor man and didn't have much. He tried to make as much money as he could to get what he needed. He went outside after the rain had past and went looking for fishing bait to go fishing. He found some worms and grabbed his cane pole and went to the bank of the lake.
When he went down there he noticed something on the beach that wasn't there before. When he got to it, it was a chest. He carried it to his camper and went back down to the bank of the lake. He caught some fish then skinned, cooked, and ate it. Then he went to the chest and looked at it. He seen words on the top and read them aloud, “The Captain's Gold

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