Sulley working in the shadows_Across The Creek_A Game of Scones_Eat What You Kill
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Sulley working in the shadows
Sulley was introverted, non-compliant and non-conformist, he was pretty orderly and organised as compared to most people his age. Since his early childhood years he had never as much as liked large companies of friends, or even smaller groups of people. He stuck with his own ideas and appeared to be conceited to people, but in reality, he was just shy and awkward in social situations, and so it registered in his mind that he was better off being reclusive. Sulley was a teenager who loved technology, he would often watch videos on philosophy and bits of psychology, he enjoyed those because he...
Across Thewww.onedoor.cc Creek
The woods look warm, and inviting. The sun streams through the trees and shines through onto the fallen leaves and pine needles. It looks as if the forest is glowing, or on fire. Past the glowing trees and the squirrels weaving in and out of the tree tops, there is a creek, and well, beyond the creek? Beyond the creek is dangerous, and unknown. This is what Fay sees as she looks off the deck of her grandparents cabin. She’s been visiting the cabin every year, for a week, each June, since she was four. She has explored what seems like every inch of the woods, except across the creek. The forest...
A Game of Scones
The Green Traveler stood at the Start of his journey, contemplating the winding path before him. He shifted his gaze upward to the castle looming on the horizon. Between him and the palace was a perilous road of monsters, fiends, and frosting. But with will and the Gods’ favor, victory could be his. And so, he began walking.***His trek through the Gummy Hills was tame. The Green Traveler left the path only once to avoid two roving gingerbread savages. They carried spears and growled at each other in their beastly tongue. These cannibals could usually be frightened away in small numbers, but th...
Eat What You Kill
Eugene sat on the dock and watched mayflies dance across the calm water’s surface. He’d never seen anything like it. They looked like fairytale figures, only real. ‘How fun to float so lightly. Not even a ripple.’ A disturbance from beneath and a mayfly vanished. It shocked Eugene. ‘Who knows what lurks down there?’ Of course, being seven, Eugene thought in emotions more than in carefully chosen words. This morning’s ‘never before’ experiences tracked mainly between awe and bliss. His father, Cal, was taking Eugene on his first fishing trip. Eugene, and his ten-year-old brother Scott, helped l...