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”Pass the salt, please.” “Which one, May’s organic Himalayan salt or the salt that actually tastes like salt?” Eric laughs, holding up both salt shakers. Maybelle elbows him jokingly. “You know that everyone here likes my Himalayan salt, and you are the only one who has a problem with it, Eric.” “Actually, I’ll have the normal salt.” Valentina says. “Wow, I see how it is!” Maybelle exclaims. “You know what? My Himalayan salt and I are perfectly happy without you guys!” She adds, before b...
“Alright, so that concludes our meeting. The company will restrict its finances on marketing to 300 million dollars for the time being. We haven’t addressed the amount of money that should be allocated to research and development though, and although we can all agree that it has to be substantial enough to get us out of this crisis, we will need to set up another meeting to discuss this. Perfumes don’t make themselves, people, and perfume bottles even less so! So I suggest we all come together this Friday evening, starting at three. I thi...
Naruto didn't know what to do. He was at a loss this time. The war was raging on, battles being fought, but right now there was nothing but silence. Naruto knew that he should be thankful for the silence, should be thankful for the brief peace of the moment and then Sasuke was in front of him, smiling."It's over dobe, we can go home now." He said, and Naruto fell to his knees, tears pouring from his eyes. Sasule kneeled down and pulled Naruto into a hug, and a weig...
They say that family is important to have, that family will never let you down, no matter what you do, no matter how bad things are, that your family will always stand beside you. What if your family just aren't there? I had to work later than usual, but the plans were the same as always, they never have changed, but for some reason, this Thanksgiving was different. It was not the same plans for my family, they didn't even think about telling me and my kids before we hurry to leave the city and hit the long drive to the family's pl...
The casserole dishes are half-empty. The gravy has grown cold. We polish off the seconds and thirds, more slowly now, taking our time. We are not ready for this meal to end. This dining room is too small for six adults, plus a highchair. But we’ve squeezed ourselves in, folding chairs bumping against the wall, my leg uncomfortably positioned to avoid the table. Minor inconveniences that fade in comparison to the great comfort of being here, at this table, with these people. “What are you thankful for?” Coun...
All The Right AnswersA dark place. Somewhat, a sacred place. Is anyone ever safe? A question asked by many. The only way to answer is by not answering. Some questions are best left a mystery. The death of a loved one may mean the awakening of another. Or not. Life can be very confusing. You never know what might happen. Or what won't. Confused? Confused is just another word for curious, and curiosity is the gateway to answers. Curious? Read on for All The Right Answers. "Must we be here?" Janine said. "I mean, i...
The wind whistled shrilly as the deep blue sedan wound up the dark two-lane highway. Lofty trees towered over the road on both sides, the last vestiges of their crimson, yellow, and orange leaves swirling to the ground in the wind. Dark clouds rolled and spun in the twilight sky, thunder cracking in the distance. The young couple inside the sedan seemed oblivious to the impending storm around them, holding hands and throwing sappy glances at each other on a dangerously frequent basis. Thomas suddenly snatch...
I wish I could just go home and play video games but instead, I’m stuck here in an old creepy hotel. It all started when our grandpa won a ticket to Manta Reef from an internet ad. At first, the thought of relaxing at the best beach in the world brightens up everything.I’m Dom Rodriguez by the way. I’m fourteen and this is my story. So anyway my mind was set on going towards Manta Reef in Halloween but there’s a catch. Not everyone has to go on an epic vacation at Manta Reef and grandpa can only bring one of ...
Another decade had passed and Margaret arrived again to the old house at the end of the lane. Even with the recently completed renovations and the creaking sign outside proclaiming The Haunted-House Hotel, the home she once knew had changed very little. What had been a lawn of soft Augusta grass the new homeowner transformed into a bed of fresh-tilled earth. Gravestones—too clean to be anythi...
The rain continued to beat down on to the windshield of Eric Bellinger’s black ‘95 Toyota Avalon. That combined with the fast approaching night made it more and more difficult to drive along the highway properly. In addition he had now been on the road for 20 hours. He had stayed up this long because of the pure adrenaline rush from his crime, but that was depleting. He took a look at his rearview mirror and saw how bloodshot and droopy his eyes appeared.
It was supposed to be fun. Fun was the main objective. Fun is all that I wanted to have. But boy were we off. My parents booked a hotel for the Halloween weekend to see my cousins. My family is very large, my grandfather has 4 brothers who all had kids. We were going to see my uncle who has three kids. All of them are older than me, which is just like all my brothers. My oldest brother is the C.O.O of a tech company. His name is Owen. My second ...
Your eyes grow tired trying to see through the dark, gloomy night. The fog only continues to thicken as the night drags on. But at least I’m able to admire the night during my drive, you think to yourself gazing into the cloudy trees. The Halloween spirit slowly creeps up on you,
I need to take a good hard look and revisit my definition of fun. My girlfriend, Allison sobbed almost to the point of incoherence as she spoke to the police. Kevin grimaced with pain as his arm dangled from his elbow. His girlfriend, Missy was catatonic, unable to answer any questions. And me – I stood in the foyer with my arms handcuffed, and a police officer reading me my rights. They were charging me with manslaughter.***It had started innocently enough. I sat at my breakfast...
It was storming outside. It was nearly always storming at the Carlyle House. There wasn’t any kind of scientific explanation for it, as far as Coretta Stump knew, but there you had it. Of course, it hadn’t been storming the day she’d toured and bought the old Carlyle House, oh no. It had been sunny that day, and the manor had seemed warm and inviting, the perfect place to open the bed-and-break...
Evelyn, is a single mother of three. Linda was 16; Douglas was 15, and Samantha was five. Each year, she takes them apple picking at the Orchard near Mansfield. This year, she wanted to go the extra mile. “For an entire weekend?” Linda groaned. “You mean, like spend the night?!” Sam exclaimed before leaping in to her mother’s arms. “Oh boy!” “But what about Adam?” Linda asked Douglas rolled his eyes. “I’m sure he’ll be thrilled to be rid of you for a few days.” he replied. Linda elbowed him in the ri...
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