The Garage_A Gentle Giant_Payne_The Woods' Whisperer
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The Garage
Billy opened the door from the house to go into the garage. It was the only part of the house he hadn’t been in but it was time. His friends had garages at their houses. They had been in them and described them so why couldn’t he see this one?He walked in the garage and closed the door behind him. It was much bigger and extravagant than he had expected. By the way his friends had described garages,www.onedoor.cc he thought he’d just walk in, see a car or two of his parents’, then maybe a lawn mower and some other stuff like that.There were two cars in there but he didn’t recognize them and they weren’t pack...
A Gentle Giant
In Gratia Amicus Meus—George DavisHe lived in our neighborhood, for as long as I can remember. For some reason, he liked me. Often when I was out playing, he would stand behind the chain link fence, standing erect and still. He never was much for conversation. Many times I approached him, talked to him without his not commenting, just staring at me with a slight grin. His long white, stained beard seemed to blow in the wake of his utterances, on the occasions, he spoke to me. Most of the neighbors avoided any contact with him, and that was all right with him. He didn’t like most of the commu...
Payne
The tragedy that occurred on August 18th, 2009, would forever haunt her thoughts and pierce her emotions.Ever since she was twelve years old, Eritrya Payne has had random flashes of people’s deaths. No matter the cause of death, whether it was suicide, murder, death from old age, or even a car accident, each vision seemed to tell the truth. Often, these reports that matched her visions, were brought to Eritrya’s attention through a news station, a local newspaper or even sometimes through social media. But no matter how she found out, the stories would find her.As time moved along and these vi...
The Woods' Whisperer
What if trees could talk? How many wonders do you think lie there? How many secrets have people whispered to the woods and how many secrets have actually been heard? There’s an old legend in my hometown, how old? you would ask, as old as the old wood. A man that grew up as a tree, he would not speak in the language you and I are talking right now, nor move, he just laid there under the good sun, and at night he would walk between the trees, you would mistake him for a pine or a cedar, not a baobab, he's slim like the trunks of the darkest trees. You could walk past him and never notice, but th...