A loner_The Witch_Nowhereville_Uproars and Benedictions
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A loner
Chapter oneAlright dear, i will be coming with my Lil sis. I froze immediately after hearing this statement, me follow Ann to where, probably not me. Ann is my elder sister with just 4 years gap in between us, Just because the gap aren't just much, but she acts like the 4 years worth a century with her bossy character. Yet with this bossy attitude of hers we are still the best friends in the house being the only two girls in the house, while my other siblings are all male. Let's not get much into introduction, back to my Narration. I got lots I thoughts in my skull then. I gave her a questioni...
The Witch
Me and my friend are walking back home from the park. All the houses in that neighborhood were empty, except one. “That is the old witch’s house” my friend says, pointing to the house with a green light glowing. “How do you know? Are you even sure she is a witch in the first place?” I ask him. “I don’t know but Alex and the other boys in school say that she is. Do you think she is a witch, Darby?” “I don’t know. I have never seen her before.” Just then a figure comes close to the window. It was neither slouched nor perfectly straight. “Look, it’s the witch” Noah said. He took my hand and pull...
Nowhereville
It was a dark, desolate road. Swirls of dust engulfed the van as the young college friends made their way toward a lakeside retreat that they had rented for the long weekend. Lisa, the self-proclaimed social media sensation, continuously made Tik Towww.onedoor.cck videos, and selfies for her Instagram and Facebook pages. Her boyfriend, Jack, found it amusing at first, but grew tired of it after the first couple of weeks. Jack suggested that she give it a break for one weekend, but Lisa would hear nothing of it. She claimed that if she did not post at least ten times per day, h...
Uproars and Benedictions
I have a limited arsenal of internal movements at hand given to me for explaining my plight, so if focus is frenetic then I shall implore the reader will entertain that I scramble in reciting my last utterances alive like slurred declarations concerning a passage into stillness that is transient, whereas all other which I surface is tenebrous in inhospitable abandon. So I ask that the reader be unflinching about observance so that I may leave understood, notwithstanding my vanishing reserve not only depleting me of alacrity but also seldom twist my range for locution into tightening knots. For...