The fastest snake in the world is the black mamba. It can cover nearly five meters per second. It is also one of the deadliest venomous snakes on Earth, said to rank just behind the king cobra. Interestingly, the black mamba isn’t black at all; its body is a dark grayish-olive color, though at birth, even that shade isn’t present. As it grows older, its color deepens. The name "black mamba" comes from the inky black color inside its mouth. When threatened, it raises its head high like a king cobra and hisses loudly — just like it was doing now. The black mamba doesn’t stop after one strike; it bites repeatedly, pumping venom into its enemy. Its venom is primarily neurotoxic, attacking the nervous system directly. Just a single drop is enough to cause a heart attack and kill a full-grown human in fifteen minutes.The snake was so close, it wouldn’t take a second to lunge at Luke. Death stood right before him, and he knew it. He could see no hope of escaping alive.The snake raised half

The jaguar was about fifteen feet away from them. A distance it could cover in a single leap. And it wouldn't take more than a few moments for it to make that jump.The jaguar leaped from its position. It was mid-air when something extraordinary happened. The smallest and most frightened among them stepped forward. Without a second thought, it lunged at the beast, which was at least twenty-five times its size. It knew it stood no chance, knew it would meet certain death, yet it leaped — only to save its friends. It could have run away and saved itself.Though it couldn't match the jaguar's strength, Don managed to hold it off for a few moments with sheer cunning. Don's sharp claws slashed across the jaguar's face. The sight of such a tiny dog daring to attack enraged the jaguar even more. With a shake of its head, it hurled Don to the ground. Even after hitting the ground, Don didn't give up. It charged again at the jaguar. But this time, Don couldn't hold it off. The jaguar struck th

Lily stared at the fire. It burned brightly, its orange glow lighting up everything around it. Nocturnal animals filled the jungle with their calls, the constant noise almost deafening to Lily. She had been awake for quite a while now. Around midnight, she was supposed to wake Jack. She pulled her phone out of her pocket to check the time, but it was dead. No charge. Finally, she glanced at her wristwatch. In the dim light, she saw that it was already twelve. Just as she was about to wake Jack, she noticed him sitting on the hammock. That meant he had woken up on his own."When did you wake up?" Lily asked."Just a little while ago," Jack replied."Well, good thing you did. I was about to wake you.""Alright then, you get some sleep. I’ll keep watch."Lily wished him goodnight and lay down. Jack sat quietly on the hammock. After a while, he noticed the firewood was running low. The flames were almost out. He climbed down, added a few branches onto the glowing embers, and went back to

"Luke, aren't your pants made of denim?" Jack suddenly asked."Ugh!" Luke swatted a mosquito away. Then he said, "Yeah, it's denim. Why, what's up?""Can your phone's battery be removed?""Yeah, it can.""That'll do.""What'll do?""Charging," Jack said mysteriously."Charging what?" Luke asked, confused."Ugh, just do something quickly!" Lily said impatiently, smacking her own cheek — actually swatting a mosquito. "These bloodsuckers are going to drain us dry."Ignoring Lily, Jack told Luke to take out his phone's battery. Luke fumbled in the dark and managed to remove it. "Now what?" he asked."Rub the battery's charging slot against your jeans," Jack instructed.Finally, Luke understood. As an engineering student, he felt embarrassed that such a simple idea hadn't crossed his mind. Without another word, he firmly rubbed the battery's charging slot against his pants. Though they couldn’t see in the dark, the rough scratching sound made it clear he was doing it.Jack said, "Once you'

The story of " On a Lonely Island""Through sleep, a person's brain can be controlled, allowing them to be manipulated in any way." Mr. David said. He was their new psychology teacher. Well, "new" in the sense that he had been brought in for just two weeks. Their regular teacher, Mr. Neely, had gone to New York for advanced training, which would take two weeks to complete. During that time, Mr. David would be filling in for him."A victim can be psychologically tortured in their sleep," Mr. David continued in his deep, resonant voice. "To them, it would feel completely real."The entire class stared at him, mouths slightly open as they listened to his lecture. Whether they were actually paying attention was unclear. Maybe they were just pretending—like they usually did in Mr. Thomas’s class. But from the way Archie was listening, he seemed completely engrossed. Then again, a troublemaker like him would obviously enjoy this kind of eerie topic.On the other hand, Max wasn’t enjoying th