The House of Shadows_STRANGER BECOMES STRANGER_Several Dipping Areas_Night of the Demons
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The House of Shadows
“Why are there two exhausted kids in my hall?” It was the first thought that jumped to his mind, yet he forced it shut behind his lips, to decay with all the unsaid things. They were crashed out cold, two young boys, although one suspiciously looked like an elf. The elf had the typical ‘elf’ features, but he had dark skin and was short, not to mention the streak of purple in his hair, Lord knew where that came from. Even though he didn’t go out much, he was pretty sure the elves didn’t have purple streaks in their hair. Positive. The other one seemed angelic, small oval face but tall legs wit...
STRANGER BECOMES STRANGER
It’s interesting to think about how we make people who used to be everything into nothing again. How we learn to forget. How we force to forget .I will tell you some reasons why most of us are forced to encounter such a stage.We Change As People We Hurt Each Other Ego We get new friends Distance and time keep us apartLet me share my story.We were colleagues working in different department’s of the same organisation. There was an instant attraction to each other, I felt alive being around her, I could be myself around and not worry about being judged, told her anything & everything! After a few...
Several Dipping Areas
Overall, Debra thought, as she scraped hummus from the silk curtains, it was not the worst wedding she had catered. “Hey, are you almost done with this room?” And she was also glad to be working with someone with such a wonderful sense of humour. “Laura, grab a bucket and a sponge and get to work.” “But the others need…” “They need to explain things to the police when they come back to interrogatwww.onedoor.cce someone besides family. Now, clean.” In the dirty smock that had once been white, Laura seemed to deflate as she walked into the main hall and saw how last night’s disturbance looked in the sunlight....
Night of the Demons
From the kitchen window, Breanne watched her seven sister snow hares decorate the Shiring Tree. They hung long streamers of gold and silver tinsel about the smooth white branches. Pippa’s seven brothers had hung ropes of twinkling white lights earlier that day. Bree was having a hard time with this year’s pie. This year she had to win the trophy, it would be Grannybunny’s last Shiring Festival. Scowling, she pictured last year’s trophy sitting in the window of Pippa’s house, on the eastside, for all the snow rabbit community to see. She could not fail again this year. She was using Grannybunn...