The Dangers of Tiki Punch_My First Party_Light to dark over come_Stowaways
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The Dangers of Tiki Punch
By: Danie ReynoldsA shoe drops from above and smacks me on the head."Ow!" I cry, rubbing what would no doubt become a goose egg. I look up and see a boy with only one shoe hanging from the chandelier. From the chandelier.“THAT’S IT!” I scream, yanking the cord from the wall so that the blasting music falls silent. “Everybody out! Now.” It takes about five seconds for anybody to react, and when they do, none move towards the door. “Out!” I yell again, and begin pushing people through the doorway and into the parking lot. They all grumble and mutter not-so-nice things about me under their breath...
My Firstwww.onedoor.cc Party
Once upon a time, there was a woman named Vanessa no older than 42 age that lived in Los Angeles, California all her life. Back in her days, she was the popular one in high school and college. All the boys liked her and everyone wanted to be her friend. They always invited Vanessa to all the parties, and she had lots of fun. But now them days are over. She graduated from high school and college. Now she is one of the top doctors in Los Angeles.Now today she’s porced once with two kids 5 and 8、 Things were hard for her after the porce three years ago. But she could pull through it for the sake ...
Light to dark over come
Sarah loved waking to bright sunny days. She couldn’t wait to go outside just to see the blue sky and green grass. Her favorite time of day was at noon. That was when it was all light and no shadows. Every morning she could hear the birds chirping. Seemed like everything was fresh and clean for the day. She felt if the day didn’t start this way it was very sad indeed. The worse thing that could happen would be if the sun was blocked out forever. Her normal routine after she woke was to call to her dog, Dolly. “Here Dolly.”Dolly, a black and white border collie, ran into the room and jumped on...
Stowaways
The sun had already sunk low in the sky by the time they arrived, the barest sliver of its head peeking out from underneath the horizon. Somehow, though, this made no difference: the street was bathed in gold, brighter than the light of the day. It bursted off the orange-limned buildings around them, causing them to squint uncomfortably against the glare. This late in spring, the city had finally reset the timers for the streetlights, and they lay dormant as the odd pair had made their way. Even without the light, though, they would have known exactly where to go. This path was as familiar to...