Her first steps._the maze of secrets_A Mom Called Dot_The Past Behind
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Her first steps.
She made her way through the bushes, stalking the prey she had been tracking. Her footsteps replacing the hoof trails of the deer, she slowly followed, making sure that the creature couldn’t hear the crushing of the snow approaching it. The deer found a decent patch of grass it could feed on, looked around, looking in the direction of the dark hooded predator that lay in the bush immediately behind it. I’m too close, he’ll notice, she thought. Looking through the branches, she saw the large rack of antlers lower themselves as the animal began to graze, clearly oblivious to the danger that surr...
the maze of secrets
Prologue "look, guys, I'm the reason we're still stuck here. I... I lied." Claire said miserably. tom jerked away from her as he said"you mean, WE NEARLY DIED TWICE BECAUSE OF SOME STUPID SECRET???" "tom..." Claire said. her voice was quivering, and she sounded as if she was about to burst into tears. she turned to look at jake, sam, and Zoe, as she said"c'mon guys..." "sam, what happened to besties for life...?" sam hunched her shoulders as she said"I'm sorry Claire. but I can't back you up this time" "Zoe, please..." Zoe looked at her sadly as she shook her head. she turned to look at Jake...
A Mom Called Dot
My two brothers and three sisters idolized our mother. She could do no wrong in our eyes.She was beautiful, kind, thoughtful and seemingly tireless.People couldn’t keep up with her.“Dot,” people would say, “what is your secret? You never stop. With all those kids and all your volunteer work, how do you do it?” Mom would just smile. And she was the best coowww.onedoor.cck in the world. And what a baker! She could bake the best snickerdoodle, chocolate chip or peanut butter cookies on the planet. When we got home from school and stepped inside the house, it always smelled like Mr. Drury’s professional bakery...
The Past Behind
I never saw the end coming. It was only a short distance to my house and the cold wind blowing between the rows of houses causing the rubbish to fly in all directions, meant that no one else was out. They were all tucked up safe and warm inside their houses, the curtains drawn so they didn’t have to see out. Probably all watching the television. And it had been late. Maybe some were actually asleep. The thick clouds blocked the moon. The light trickling down to the ground was minimal. Even the street lights seemed to be more dim than normal, flashing occasionally and leaving me in complete da...