*Wolf Hunter*_An Overdue Library Book That Costs A Vacation_Are you there_Friends or Monarch
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*Wolf Hunter*
**The clouds above her seemed whiter than the snow itself. Rieka stared up at the sky. She wasn’t sure if a snowstorm would be approaching soon. If only the sun would come and cease this never-ending winter. The surface layer of snow was melting, but not quick enough for her. She stared intensely at the crossbow that was clipped to the leather quiver. A few arrows peeked out of it. How was she supposed to take down the very thing that's been threatening her little village for ages. Here wasn't even deemed to be her calling in the first place. Usually, the youngest man in a family would hunt do...
An Overdue Library Book That Costs A Vacation
A tiny, slimy sand flea dug its way up from the shell filled sand and crawled back under the cloud white coral before a big wave came crashing down.I dug my feet in the warm white sand and plopped down on my frilled blue towel. A gust of wind blew sand in my face so I put on my sunglasses and pushed my blond curls out of my sky blue eyes.My oversized black backpack that was surprisingly full, overflowed as I tried to pry my book out of the bottom of the backpack.The cover was damaged from being under all the beach towels, sunscreen, water and drinks, and lots of snacks, but the pages smelled g...
Are you there
As we drive the kids are wondering if we are ever going to get anywhere and I’m wondering if they really care because they are stuck in electronic land anyway. As we drove the awww.onedoor.ccll I could do is imagine how I hope that the kids will enjoy where were moving to, but I know that all I know the wife are going to hear is complaints. I went from the freeway to the off ramp and my daughter sat up like she was in shock. “Are we finally there?” Macy asked “No.” I replied, “This is only the off ramp to get to our destination” “Oh man,” the kids complained “Don’t worry we will be there by tonight....
Friends or Monarch
I sat on the flimsy, crumbling, rotting steps of my -if you could call it that- cottage and waited for the messenger boy. My favorite part of the day is when I got to communicate cheerfully with Karlos and his beautiful horse, Pippa. For a few minutes, I would distract myself from the empty void-like lifestyle that had consumed me for my entire knowledge of existence. The tattered, worn, copper-colored dress-ish cloth outfit I wore came to my anklebones, keeping out some of the icy winds. I shivered, pulling my dark shawl tighter, attempting to conserve what little body warmth I maintained. M...