The Talisman_The Yellow Butterfly._A Lone Traveler_The Monster of Greentree
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The Talisman
As she went through all the familiar motions, measuring this, adjusting that, glancing back and forth, Lissa kept her eyes wide open. She didn’t even blink. She was so afraid it was a mistake -- a mirage, a dream, a vision that would vanish like smoke if she closed her eyes, even for an instant. Is this it?All the years of work, of searching, of chasing -- it was all over.***“Hey - HEY!” Lissa ran down the pier, footsteps reverberating in the tired old boards it was built of. She was in hot pursuit of a dalmatian bounding toward the hungry waves at the end of the world. At least, that was how...
The Yellow Butterfly.
Waking up on the soft ground, I sit up as my mind starts to wonder. "Where am I? How did I get here? It seems I'm all alone." Trapped in this never-ending dark forest. The shadows don't even want to come out and play. With no place to go, no place to hide, and no place to call home. "What do I do now?" As I walk, the tall overgrown grass scratches at my legs with every step I take. Bushes with enchanting roses block my path. Thornwww.onedoor.ccs too dangerously sharp to let me pass through safely. Large, thick, full trees stretch up high. Blocking out the sun, the moon, the stars, and the sky. The cold air ...
A Lone Traveler
15 year old Kendall Grey walked through the woods. Kendall emerged into a small town. She started walking through the town. Then she realized this was her old home. The home she had come to know so well. She thought she smelled smoke but didn’t know where it was coming from. As she was walking she walked past the town square and suddenly she saw it. The reason that she would never, could never return home. 7 years ago Kendall had been at a party with her parents. Kendall was not the type to follow rules so when her parents told her not to go to the bookcase in the living room she did. But oh ...
The Monster of Greentree
The wind whipped through my hair as I sped down Trapper’s Hill, just outside of town. I was in the lead on my brand-new silver Schwinn with ape handlebars and banana seat. My best friends, Jimmy and Tyler, rode side by side behind me. Only thirty yards behind them our pursuers, the Knight Brothers, were gaining on us. They were older—fourteen, fifteen and sixteen—and a lot bigger than us twelve-year-olds. "Pete," Jimmy shouted to me, "We’re coming up on River Road, we have to slow down." He was right, but I refused to let the Knight boys catch us. In the past, they had beat the crap out of us ...