The ghost who wanted a home_Aureolus Ashes_In the nick of time_The fire he saved me from
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The ghost who wanted a home
The Ghost Who wanted a home Nicole jalonen in honour of black lives mattering A woman dressed in white with blonde hair ran down a dirt path carrying a crying infant girl in one hand and a lantern in the other. She was a African American women who had to obey a white family who were very wealthy. Not only did she race through the foggy stormy night with her crying infant but she carried with her scars from whips and a dark secret she knew she would be beaten for if her mistress caught her. She could hear her pursuers right behind her as she ducked low branches and raced through puddles , then ...
Aureolus Ashes
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. I was too late. I didn’t find the bomb in time. Ashes rained down from the sky. The glittering cinders caught the fading twilight sun. Standing on the steps of the Fleurs Séchées ball, I watched the once vibrant fields of lavender turn into a sea of flames. Releasing a breath, I could not help but stare at the burning trees. Gilded tongues of fire licked up the barks of the surrounding forest trees, igniting the once full canopy into a dazzling inferno. Lurid towers of ash and smoke burned bright against the sky. Standing alongside other ...
In the nick of time
Tina Worrows worked all day long. She worked in a hospital, she had been a nurse for over 20 years now. This has been a tough time for her picking up double shifts and even triple shifts. You got to do what you got to do to survive. Am i right. She has a family to feed. No one said it would be easy. She was married with 3 kids. Her husband, John Worrows lost his job at the hotel. He was a bell hop. That was a strain on the family's resources. Her kids were teenagers now. He use to help out in the house so full of life but when the pandemic hit and he lost his job it seems he lost his will to ...
The fire he saved me from
I could barely breathe. The smoke rose into my lungs, as I gasped in and out trying to get air. I tried to scream, but my voice was weak. Before I passed out into a soundless sleep, the last thing I heard was him desperately calling my name…*** I woke with a start. My whole body was shaking. I inhaled three times to slow down my breathing as I sat up. This was the fourth time I’ve had this reoccurring nightmare. Breathe. I slowly rose from my bed to start the day. My eyelids felt heavy, my mouth full of cotton. My mind was foggy, but I was able to concentrate hard enough to grip the toothbrush...