The Only One Left_Faluvial and Barculaine_Do it for the views_out on the moor
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The Only One Left
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire.The entire morning, I’d stayed outside, guarding the small pile of leaves that the gardener had raked. I absolutely refused to go inside, because if I did, the gardener would burn the leaves.But here I was, staring at the pile of leaves that were bursting into flames. I was angry at myself for even going inside in the first place. “How could you?!” I yelled to the gardener in despair. Without waiting for an answer, I grabbed a bucket from my sister’s sandpit and poured water into it. I splashed the water onto the pile of leaves, and instan...
Faluvial and Barculaine
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. I’d been cooped up inside all weekend working on homework. Now, as I walked to school with Ana, I realized that Autumn had arrived. I should have realized it days ago when Daggerbeak, my pet cockatiel, kept staring alertly at the window. She must have been seeing the first of the leaves coming down. The thermometer had swung way upwards today, but it would probably be the last warm spell of the year. Anna skipped along, her outrageous silky pig tails swishing about on either side of her head. Ana is an exchange student from the Philippine...
Do it for the views
“What’s up guys! Welcome back to ‘dareswithLandon’ today we are doing something crazy!”I clicked the stop button on the camera and walked over to where my guest for this video was waiting. I set the camera up and started recording again,“For this dare I’m bringing along…”I swung my arms to the right and she jumped into frame,“What’s up everyone!”I smiled,“My sister Miriam!”I pulled out my phone and made a show of scrolling through comments, even though I already knew what we were going to be doing.“Oh! Today’s dare is, staying overnight in a graveyard!”Miriam faked a gasp and threw her head ba...
out on the moor
Out on the moorThe moors at night are a treacherous place, the dark hides a magnitude of danger, in more forms than you can imagine. The dark itself is thicker there, a black veil full of whispered secrets and untold tales. It settles on the ground at dusk, creeping, growing darker and darker until there is no way of knowing if your eyes are open or closed. The moors at night are terrifying.Tonight is the night, Reeve mused as he watched the full moon rise slowly outside his bedroom window. Dusk spreading its icy fingers into every nook of the moor, shrouding the sparse trees in darkness, maki...