A Little Noise in the Library_The Library Run_Climate Change_The House by the Road
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A Little Noise in the Library
“Would you be quiet?” Ms. Stern hissed through clenched teeth as a giant chicken approached. She drew her sword (standard librarian tool) and moved into a fighting stance. The chicken bwaked. Hazel giggled. I clapped a hand over her mouth. She put her hands over mine as Ms. Stern muttered, “I told Roger chickens were a mistake to add to the collection.”Fifty-Seven Minutes Earlier I took a deep breath as I stood on the steps of the Haversham Library. It was a week past my ninth birthday which meant I was finally old enough to enter the oldest (and coolest) building in town. The library was six...
The Library Run
Micheal wakes up after a long night out with his friends. He takes a look at his phone sees his mother sent him a text. Micheal still a little groggy try’s to read the message. Rubs his eyes for a better look reads it again.Text Message: Micheal this is mom I am sure you know that. But I got a phone call from the library saying I have a over due book. I thought I told you to return that book please do that today with love mom.Micheal begins to look for this book every where he can rips his apartment apart looking for it. Finally finds it under his bed next to a box of toys. That his mom asked ...
Climate Change
The bright light streaming from the sunshine was the only source I could use to see a long, white, stone dinner table spread before us. We had entered a dusty, cobwebbed room of an ancient Irish castle. Thousands of years old—dating back to 1180, my tour guide had said—Henry Hamilton’s home apparently housed a mysteriously eerie area. Spiders’ webs, ragged curtains, dirty, moldy windows, a tablecloth stained with bloody spots and glass shards strewn everywhere was enough to call in the Scooby-Doo gang or Nancy Drew. If they didn’t come, I would solve the mystery before the villain got complete...
The House by the Road
“We took the correct turn, dear” he said a little annoyed. He had Google map right in front of him and it was yet to let him down. The fork in the road was a bit tricky in the fading light. It did not look at all like he had imagined inspite of the faint street light. But the map. When in doubt trust the map. How about ancient mariners with just a compass and an infinite directions to mistake. I explained all this. But she was not convinced. I could sense that. But thankfully she remained silent with just the wrinkle at the corner of her tight lips revealing anxiety. The road we took merged ...