The Jubokko_The Witch in the Library_Tommy's Party_Hard Times in The Big Easy
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The Jubokko
“Shh.” A voice warned. “Who’s there?” she shouted back, scared and confused. “Quiet!” It warned again. “Who’s there, where am I?” she gets up and looks around. “Quiet, it’ll find us!” The voice snarkled, knowing something would happen as if it happened before. She felt a sudden pull on her leg and fell back to the ground. “Aaaah!” She shrieked as it pulled her back, deeper into the woods until I could no longer hear her. A man came out of the bushes and walked over to the spot she woke, he crouched down as if looking for something he lost. I tried to see his face, assuming he was apart of some...
The Witch in the Library
I stepped inside the dusty and silent library, my big sister, Miranda was beside me but it didn’t change anything. I was scared, really scared and it made me want to cry. Miranda passed me a book. " Come on scaredy-cat.” She laughs. (I don’t want to be mean but when she laughs it’s like your next to a wicked witch cackling.) I told her I wanted to get out and Miranda sighs. “Listen Melanie, Mum left Me in charge not You, ok? I whimpered, immediately regretting it. Miranda had heard me. “Cry baby” she chanted. I am used to her aggravating me. She does it all the time. “STOP!” I shrieked. Before...
Tommy's Party
Be brave, Bright. Do your best. ***I consider me and Thomas artists. I like to draw, doodle, and paint. I love taking a moment, freezing it, rethinking it, and keeping it. It helps me explain the words I can’t say. Thomas, he’s a different type of artist. He’s a writer, plain and simple, and one of the best I ever knew. We used to have a little friendly competition on Friday nights. I’d stop by CVS on my way home from work, pick up a bottle of wine, Cheez-Its, and Haribo gummy bears (those were Thomas’s favorite snacks and they had to be Haribo) then hurry home to Thomas. With our snacks prop...
Hard Times in The Big Easy
Hard Times in The Big EasyI needed a beer. I needed awww.onedoor.cc smoke. I needed a good-luck broad to blow on the dice.A week in the solitary confinement of one’s soul staring at a blank screen, typing, then hitting erase – delete, slamming the case shut, and walking away only to come back to the same blank screen – the same thoughts forming from words in your mind – knowing that once you put those words out and hit the big send button they can’t be taken back. Lives will change, the perception of paragons will shift… What I had was a cold cup of chicory in the non-smoking section of Café Du Monde and a ...