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The bright morning sun burst through the thick canopy of maple leaves above Rowan’s head. She smiled, stretching her sore limbs.
“Willow!” She spoke with her usual morning singsong voice. “Rise and shine! Today we are-” She stopped short. Her upbeat, joyful attitude was crushed as she realized the tasks of the day. “Today we are going to the village,” She finished gloomily. At this, Willow poked her hea...
Write about someone whose been sent to boarding school
By Dumisani khumalo
Cursing jokes or cursing cross, took Thelma to school on a sacred secret .To do the truth as she was told and listen to the real world of the Bible. However, she did not know the school bus would land her with a contrary domination,and different doctrine.
Being a girl guide and one to live by the word of G...
Bump in the night goes the noise, loud enough to cause Jane to wake up out of a dead sleep. Terrified, that someone was in the apartment with her while she slept, she thought about calling the police. Knowing that she was going to go looking to see what she could find. Maybe a cat had somehow got into her apartment and she would feel foolish if she called the police which would come to find nothing. She laid in her soft ...
(A Gothic Christian Steampunk Romance/Historical Fantasy)“For the last time, I don’t know what you’re talking about!” said Nabari.For a month now, she had been living on the sprawling country estate of Nicolaius. He had gathered scribes and artists and intellectuals from every corner of the Remulan empire and beyond. Once there, none of them were allowed to leave; if they tried the rusty clockwork centurions standing guard at the wall would force them back. And so, they stayed in the decrepit villas of ...
My last first day of Middle School, dreading each moment, each minute, and each second of 8th grade. Hi, I'm Jenny and you must be wondering why I'm not overly excited like the rest of my class. Well, can I let you in on a secret? I'm actually a twin. And no that is not why I'm worried! My twin, Bradley, and I have kept secrets between each other practically since we were in the womb. I can't begin to express how close we...
By the time I step outside, the leaves are on fire. Panting, I run straight past the pile of leaves that had, only moments before, been a symbol of fall and new beginnings.
I run straight past the hot dog cart that has been there ever since I can remember. My mom used to bring me here as a kid. We were happy then- but that was before. Now, in place of the friendly older man who promises a smile with every sal...
The stable hand wept. He cried for his helplessness, he grieved for his inaction, and with all his heart he lamented her. For a week he had isolated himself in the horse barn to mourn with nothing to sustain him but trough water. His Lord Master had told him again and again that it was out of his hands and there was nothing anyone could have done to stop it. He also warned that the young man better return to tending to h...
The Fall Project
The previous fall, Gladys Southers had missed out because she had fallen and broken a hip. This meant, missing out on Halloween. Out of all the holidays, she loved the creepy day the best. She remembered as a young girl, the excitement of picking out a costume and running up and down the streets gathering a pillow case full of candy.
As an adult, she ju...
The journey of the snowbird is the story of the winter birds by the name of Dark- eyed Junco commonly known as the snowbird. These birds migrates every year when it's winter time from their homes in Canada to the southern United States in winter, because winter is there favourite season of the year.
Though the snowbirds love winter, and they have to travel every year for winter from their homes in Canada to southe...
The leaves were on fire with all the reds, oranges, and yellows! I was walking by the coffee shop with leaves falling left and right. I saw a big bright red and orange poster, it had 3 drinks on it. The drinks looked delicious, there was an iced coffee, a latte, and a new drink I had never heard of. It was a chocolate drizzle coffee, it was a light milky color, it had foam on the top, and a thin chocolate drizzle on top....
"I think it's sweet." peyton said suddenly out of the blue. "what is?!" I asked anxiously and curiously. "that your family takes care of the apple orchard in town." He answered while examining a pink lady apple. "oh." I let my shoulders drop in disappointment. We continued picking apples quietly for a bit, but then I had the urge to break the silence. "I am thankful really.""who said you weren't?" silence. "you must think this is funny don't you?""what's...
As I stepped outside I could see the leaves on fire in colors. Red, orange, yellow and brown all twirling on the ground . I thought to myself Lord I feel laughter with you . The twirling leave that dance in a ballet of joy surly remind me of how you cheer me up in this season. A season of giving of joy from the heart. Gifts reflecting laughter to the receiver and most surly joy from the giver. I use to cry because I had ...
“Give that back, Zia! I called dibs on that apple!”
“ But I’m hungry! Besides I picked it from the tree first!” she yelled jumping off the tree and landing clumsily on the grass.
“Zia,” he gritted his teeth, trying not to cuss, “ my sweet little sister, I’m the one carrying our load of clothes on my back remember? I’m the one carrying you when you tire! And..and I haven’t eaten anything since that night...
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. Joni was at a fall retreat for her church woman's group. She was late for the bonfire because they had just had a Bible study and it so moved her to talk to God. They had been talking in the Bible study about the power of the tongue. She had been struggling with this for quite sometime. Every time she had called her mother on the phone, her mother would talk down ab...
“To describe my mother would be to write about a hurricane in it’s perfect power.”--Maya Angelou
It was raining hard in October. I wasn’t very surprised after all, it was the beginning of fall or Autumn and rain is supposed to be a normal thing for this time of the year. But, it had been a long time since rain fell from the sky in any month. I was excited and didn’t even use my umbrella as I wal...
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