The Murder of Spruce Street_Poor Unfortunate Souls_Precious cargo_Baobab Trees
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The Murder of Spruce Street
It was a pitch-black night on Spruce Street. Lucy’s heels clicked against the cobblestone. She didn’t want to be out so late, but she had no choice. Her parents had demanded that she be home after going to a party without their permission. It had been just a harmless invitation by her friends, and she was desperate to go unless she wanted to look like a coward. Now she was beginning to regret it. She had initially pleaded that she would take a ride home with her friends in an hour, but her parents had wanted her home now. She was especially scared of being out this late at night, but her paren...
Poor Unfortunate Souls
My good ól golden scripts, A story never told,Captain Gold's the name. Was me name. All after my good ól golden teeth, as well as all my ól golden accessories. Rings and chains all taken fwww.onedoor.ccrom my victims. That is how any ó me mates have any respect for me. That is how any ól pirate would get any reputation. Now, I know you have most likely already heard of me, The terrifying and amazing Captain Gold, but there's no reason to be all afraid, I am not all dat bad. Listen to me story dat no one knows, the story dat U was to never share, from the lady of the sea. Ursula. May be an ex... For years, I...
Precious cargo
As Jack came scurrying around the corner like a hen chased by a fox, he didn’t know what hit him when he came crashing to the ground. Confusion spread as he looked up, dizzy from hitting his head. “What in the name of all the seven seas are ye doin’ young lad!?” someone asked.Jack turned his head to find a man staring at him. His appearance was that of a man who seemingly had sailed all the seven seas and while doing so, lost most of his teeth. “My apologies good sir, you see I was in quite the hurry. I should have minded my surroundings,” Jack replied. “Have my actions caused you any har...
Baobab Trees
She is enthroned on my desk in a photograph where she stands, enthusiastically pointing at a large baobab tree. The center of the tree is hollow, the size of a small bedroom, and the branches spread, short and thin, above the swollen base. If I look closely, I can see the shadow I cast on the ground while I took the picture with a pink disposable camera.***Neither of us were from Ethiopia, but that is where we met. Our fathers were childhood friends who had not seen one another in longer than either of us had been alive. I remember being unsure about what to expect, thinking naively that it wo...