Pretending to live_The Toad-ing Hour_A Place of Honour_Sunsets in the Karoo
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Pretending to live
“I am just …I am fade up.” said John while breathing long and deeper. He continued “Seriously? How could … How could…oh God.” something is really bothering him. He really wants to take it out but he is struggling. John is taking a walk if it is not called jogging. He really is walking faster, throwing his hands here and there. He is also hitting everything on his way: rocks, bricks, tree, leaves, stick, just anything when he feels like it. He has no clue where he is going but he is taking steps; even if he doesn’t know where it takes him. “I am sorry, but are you ok?” someone asked, someone...
The Toad-ing Hour
At the stroke of three on Halloween, a group of three witches met up at the sacred oak tree. A cauldron sat a top a fire with boiling water. This is the hour, the time to create shenanigans on the towns people. This is going to be a fun Halloween.Donna, Jane and Mary are the names of these witches three. Each one had brought an ingredient that would create a sight to see on Halloween. A potion will be made. A potion that will turn the trick-or-treaters into the creatures that they are dressed as. A haunting this town will never forget for years to come. A harmless prank that will last until t...
A Place of Honour
Sally looked at her reflection in the mirror and smiled. She had spent a long time on this costume, and it had – in her humble opinion – all paid off. She turned to and fro to admire the movement of her dress. Multiple layers of delicate white fabric almost floated in the air, ragged yet still elegant. Her blond hair fell in loose curls over her shoulders, and her pale skin was powdered to be even paler. The only bit of colour to her was in her blue eyes, which were sparkling with excitement. This was her favourite time of year. She loved the costumes, the parties, the chill of autumn in the a...
Sunsets in the Karoo
The small bird knew it was nearly time to go. He could feel it in his bones. Every morning was a little colder than the one before and the days were getting shorter. He knew he woulwww.onedoor.ccd soon start his journey north to a warmer place. He had done this so many times before but this time he knew would be his last time. The years had gotten away from him and he was an old bird now.He looked out at the sight that spread itself out in front of him. It was perfect, wide open spaces that had nothing to hide. It was welcoming and free. He loved this place, and it had become his home. The people in the lit...