The Final Strategy_Spooky Sister Night_For a dream_Night at the Crypt
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The Final Strategy
Sweat rolls down my face. I can feel the tension in the air strangling the breath from my lungs. Either way forward would mean certain destruction. There was – is - no way to win, let alone survive, this next frontal assault. I take a shuddering breath in, trying to remain calm. We will lose this battle, possibly even the war. What does it matter what move I make now? The quiet slowly grows, and I welcome it for once. However, his voice breaks the small silence I had.“It doesn’t count if you’re already planning your defeat.” Footsteps follow the words until a shadow covers my hunched over form...
Spooky Sister Night
‘’But Mum, I was going to Janes party tonight’’ I say, before slamming the door of the living room ‘’excuse me young lady but, me and your father and going out to Samantha’s for a Halloween drink , you are staying here to look after your sister’’ my mum says, we both look over to my sister Beth, playing with her Iron man action figure, also wearing an Iron man costume, he’s always been her favourite. ‘’That is final and please don’t try to argue with me ’’ mum says walking out the room ‘’we’ll be back around 10 tomorrow morning probably’’ she closes the door. ‘’ugh well, that’s my awesome part...
For a dream
I wanted to read again. I’d forgotten what it was like to pick up a book and after a couple dull pages of introduction be swept up and sucked into a world that was not your own. A world of adventure. Escape. And when the book was over. Oh, when your eyes flittered down that last page. Drunk with impatience. When you read that last sentence. That last word. That final period and the book just about slipped from your hands. That feelingagain. That distinct feeling. I could not describe it to save my life. Fills you with wonder. Takes your breath away. But there is also a sense of loneliness. Isn...
Night at the Crypt
Night at the Crypt Suzanne MarshJack Baptistwww.onedoor.cce was casually toward the group of tourists. It was almost Halloween, in fact it was a day away. Jack watched two of the tourists more closely, they looked like easy prey. They appeared to be brothers, so much the better. He had something in mind, a ploy he used every Halloween, it guaranteed him at least an extra five hundred dollars. He strode over toward the two young men: “Hallo, my name is Jean Baptiste, I am a great great grandson of Marie Laveau. I know that you visited her grave on your tour today. She is in Saint Louis Cemetery I. Since tom...