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That’s Snow Business!
Hey folks! And we’re back on The Run and straight into zone 2, the Snow Zone! After surviving skyping against fireballs and plane explosions, the remaining contestants need to keep moving to stay warm and alive in this treacherous ice zone full of nasty surprises. I’m hearing the first contestant has just landed so let’s get back to the action! Johnny Landing on zone 2 first gave Johnny an immediate advantage. He ran over to the first vehicle he could fwww.onedoor.ccind, a luge which was a glorified silver tea tray with handles either side. Grabbing the shiny slippery sled he ran up to the side of the snowy...
And Then There Was Light
She thought herself lucky to get the job with so many people out of work, but for it to be so vastly different was what she was really happy about. Leaving behind the hard life of farming on the family farm – a daily grind of back breaking digging, picking, lugging heavy sacks of feed and all the other farm tasks was back breaking for a young girl. She now worked for a young family in London. She was a smart girl and knew that to be able to read and write would have advantages when it came to employment.Her father used to say to her in his usual gruff manner “What use will that be to you? You...
Tea and Tarry
You're invited! to Tea and Tarry From 3PM to 10PM We look forward to seeing you there! M&HWhy is there always a certain amount of dread and excitement attached to social outings? instantly doubt going since you might not feel like it on the day and future casting can be a serious thing, to almost craving the company of new acquaintances and friends, wanting to know what kind of interesting is there to encounter. The fascination too much so eventually, on the very day, an hour before it starts, you do. However, this event held more angst, since one of the hosts was your former colleague and be...
Daughter of the Lake
Jami Henry November 30, 2021I’ve never been much of a talker. Maybe as a child, when my words slipped from my tongue carelessly; when the red wire beneath my mother’s pillow didn’t sting as bad, and district units weren’t obstructed by the malicious Tyek Thane. But now, the quiet of midnight is my only escape. Times like these, I have no recollection of her hatred for me or the unsettlingly stillness of our bland corridor. Though, as painful as the lashings were back then, the blindingly loud thoughts in my head interrupt the calm and revive my inescapable nostalgia. “07?” She remains undistur...