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Bittie had always loved animals. She’d grown up on a farm in Kansas with cows, goats, a mule, rabbits. There’d been lots of dogs and lots of barn cats during her growing up. Years back, in her second hometown of Pawkuntsy, Ohio, she’d taken a puppy to the vet after it was hit by a car. Not able to afford to have it fixed up, she’d had it put down. Days later she’d gotten a thank you note from her office and an invitation to make her the first stop for veterinarian needs. Enclosed had been a sweet poem about The Rainb...
Lying on the cold forest ground Scarlett Sheridan slowly gives up on life. And for the first time in her life, no one is around to save her. Alone, is the popular girl with thousand of friends at university. Alone, is daddy’s girl with a horde of servants at her service. Alone, is the girl who knew too much and is dying for that reason. She’d always thought that secret would serve as a guarantee of her life, but she is slowly realising, that it was the cataclysm of her demise. Ignorance for her, had always been the worst thing, b...
“One of you…” I glared at my suspects. “Committed murder.”My lightning and thunder sound effect flashed and crackled outside the window. All my guests cranked their heads in suspense at it.Together, the three of us were all huddled around a wooden table in a castle I inherited from my recently deceased uncle. Mold bl...
The whispers are everywhere. No matter where I turn they linger. They reside within these walls I am confided in. This establishment that claims to shape me into someone that society will like. Not this empty shell of a being that people think that they are conversing and coexisting with. I refuse to say where I live or where I used to live because then you might come to find me and I...
“T-minus fifty seconds.” I took a deep breath, my hands shaking as I reached for the armrests of my seat. The cabin was cramped, and I was sweating profusely under my suit. “<...
High upon the sweeping, swaddling moors surrounding Manchester stood a small hideaway of a town. Weathered and resistant, its streets, dull, dirty and decaying, were cracked like an unloved mirror. Moss, dandelions and a cocktail of unremitting flowers grew through every crack and crevice of the asphalt. On main thoroughfare, the frosted windows of the town’s single off licence were guarded by secure, heavy bars which kept the town’s delinquents from seizing any of the stock outside of the law. Opposite the park stood the busiest pub in t...
The Dead Walk Out of the Sea by Rachel Frankki “Mom do we really have to go to the beach today? It’s so cold out!” I groaned and dragged a withered beach towel over my shoulders. It was the middle of October and my Mom wanted to go the beach. Don’t ask me why, I couldn’t understand it. All I could expect from today was a swimming trip that left you unable to feel an...
I have never been a superstitious person. I have never balked at the idea of walking under a ladder or opening an umbrella indoors. Stray pennies that I find on the sidewalk don’t fill me with excitement at the prospect of coming luck. Quite frankly, I think that people who do think this way are a bit ridiculous. Still, I had to admit that I had seen more than just a few strange coincidences that day. It started early, with not one of my six alarms going off to wake me up. Sure, that’s just a small thing for most peop...
Romeo circled the green dragon, looking for a chance to close in for the kill. The green turned with him, keeping its sword-like fore claws ready to block any attack against its neck or chest. Blood still flowed from the gash Romeo had delivered to its hind leg, but the green as yet showed no signs of favoring it. Romeo made several feints, hoping to draw the green into over exerting the weakened limb, but it remained defensive, minimizing the stress to it. Romeo began to circle faste...
I couldn’t get “Funkytown” out of my head. I’d been singing it in my head all morning. Which was awful because I had homework that was due, and it was due in five minutes. I was already grounded, and if I failed this homework I would collapse in agony. I’d lied to my mom about several things I’d done, but still got grounded. I didn’t even mention that I’d drank alcohol. My head was spinning, and I could barely take in the fact that I didn’t even remember half of what had h...
Present day Kendall was racing against the time to get to him. Rain was parading down on her clothes as she tries to keep her breathe steady. There was only one thing on her mind, Save Jund. She didn’t mean for it to happen. She didn’t want it to happen. She didn’t want him to get hurt and she would try everything in her soul to get to h...
Sean Doyle is going through his father, Alvin J. Doyle’s, papers in his study/attic; the latter’s funeral had been over the weekend and now it is his job to sort out what to keep and what to toss. His wife Diane of eighteen years is helping him. Downstairs, their sixteen-year-old son Seamus is playing video games in the living room. Diane sees her husband absorbed once again in thought so she excuses herself to ostensibly go to the kitchen to see about dinner. Sean...
Detective Mareau studied the empty, beautifully panelled wall, trying to discern where its previous occupant had gone. “It was an original?” he asked. “Oh, yes. All the way from the city. An antique. I do so like collecting them,” replied the rotund woman behind him. “Yes. I’d quite gathered,” he remarked, glancing at the gleaming, varnished wooden tables on either side of the blank space, all covered with antique plates and vases of all different shades of colour and style. The whole thing looked rather garish.
Jack Out Of The Box With Jack being out of the box I knew that more people would be in danger of getting trapped in here with us. This meant that me, Alex and the girls would have to find a way out. After Jack had taken over Alex’s body, Alex was zapped into the box with the rest of us, except he was in Jack’s body, it was freaky to see him like that. I forgave Alex for what he had done, he really didn’t have a choice, jack was obviously controlling...
A TRUE STORY It’s almost impossible to understand, how when we make up our minds on something important, that without warning, something mysteriously changes it! I call these ‘unexplainable’ times - turning points! It’s when a person doesn’t understand at first, what force is driving them to act opposite of what their logic is telling them to do. &nbsp...
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