The Coffin_The Wrong Pick_My Early Autumn Days_Thomas and the Oddity
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The Coffin
"Let's go," Rebbeca told her.Magaret did not want to go. She was terrified of graveyards. Rebbeca of course, who wasn't scared of anything, was only doing this because of a www.onedoor.ccdare. Of all people, why did Magaret's best friend have to be a daredevil?"Do I have to go? Why can't you just go by yourself?" Magaret asked.She regretted those words when they left her mouth. She couldn't leave Rebbeca to do this by herself. What was she thinking, no matter how scared she was of this graveyard, she would have to face her fears."Please come with me," Rebbeca begged."Why, are you scared?" Magaret taunted.Sh...
The Wrong Pick
Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, Grace turned to find her boyfriend grinning at her from the driver’s seat. The way the sunlight illuminated his dazzling brown eyes, she wasn’t entirely sure that she had woken up; perhaps she was still in a dream. Miles was a charismatic pediatrician that she happened to meet two years previously at a coffee shop in Seattle where they now shared an apartment and a dog. With the exception of their parents occasionally butting heads, the relationship had been particularly predictable and secure. She had grown accustomed to his epicurean lifestyle, his blase vie...
My Early Autumn Days
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire.From my place on the tan leather sectional where you had propped me up on so many pillows, I could see the yellows and golds shimmering from the cottonwoods we had in our backyard. The window over the farmhouse sink was open, allowing the breeze to catch the grey linen café curtains, turning my attention to the autumnal fireworks underway. I had always loved autumn, even when I was a little girl, because then autumn meant that school was returning and I no longer had to find excuses to stay indoors to paint or draw. Brisk early mornings we...
Thomas and the Oddity
Thomas felt all the blood in his body rush to his legs. The world went blurry there for a second until he was able to catch his breath again.“Is- is that what I think it is?” he asked with a dry tongue.Thomas jumped when Margret replied to him, “Yeah, that looks like the ghost of Elizabeth Thomas. Murdered in her bedroom forty-seven years ago on Halloween night.”Thomas regained composure once again and averted his gaze to the brunette woman next to him, “Stop doing that!” he said harshly. “How do you always know where I am?”“Don’t act so surprised,” Margret said sharply, “You know why.”The gh...