Grave Discovery_Left or Right_The Syrus's wolf_ THE THIRTY YEAR GUILT
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Grave Discovery
Stacy and Roxy sat in the cafe looking out over the water. “So what do you want to do for Halloween?” Stacy asked as she sipped hr pumpkin spice latte.“A friend of mine told me about a really cool graveyard that could be haunted.” Roxy answered.“Haunted?”“Yea, she says she hears all sorts of screams coming from behind the gates at night.”“Well has she been there yet?”“No, she just visits it from the outside the gate. She says shes drawn there for some reason. But hasn’t found anyone crazy enough to go with her.”“Well she has now, call her up and let her know she has a deal.” Roxy got out her c...
Left or Right
Soft footfalls and the insistent sound of water dripping from the ceiling onto the cold stone floor echoed through the corridors. Stone walls and metal bars lined the corridor. Metal bars that separated the unfortunate from freedom. There were rows of cells with many different types of people. Some people were more desperate than others, clawing at the ground and throwing themselves at the bars. Some had accepted the situation and simply sat there in disinterest in what was going on around them. And others had simply fallen into the pits of despair. Sobbing and wailing. These inpidual...
The Syrus's wolf
The wolf paced nervously in the high tower. It was tonight. He was sure of it. His girl was in danger. She didn't know about him, which was heartbreaking, of course, but important to her survival. If she knew about him early... well, he didn't have to see the future to learn how that went. "Only a night away. Only one night, until I am finally free." He told himself. A sudden jolt went through him. www.onedoor.ccSomething had changed. The danger was happening soon, and he would be too late to save her. But maybe not. He just had to think...Autumn stared at the multi-colored tree. There were beautiful rose-...
THE THIRTY YEAR GUILT
It is not often that I get nervous, but then it had been a long time since I sat waiting to be interviewed. I looked up at the others in the room, as I turned the page, of the only magazine available. I assumed these busy beavers were the staff. Glancing back, I stared at the picture on the page; it was of a young girl with a pretty smile. I did not read the blurb so I did not know whether it was an article or an advert, I simply stared at the photo, mesmerised. The young girl could be no more than ten. She wore a long frock and was holding a puppy. Where had I seen her? When was it? Why was ...