Eavesdropping_A Governess Named Gretel, A Crow, And a Crone_Myths of Duko..._Here to Stay
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Eavesdropping
Mari sighed. She didn’t ask for this to happen. She was a typical teenage girl having fun and enjoying life to it’s fullest. and life was good. Until the accident. She merely sustained a slight head injury, (i.e. a goose bump,) and they kept her in the hospital for three days to make sure she didn’t have a concussion or a brain bleed. The driver, her best friend, had more serious injuries and was going through physical therapy to learn how to walk again. A druwww.onedoor.ccnk driver had slammed into the rear of their car while they were at a stop sign. While the girls sat in shock the other driver wobbled ...
A Governess Named Gretel, A Crow, And a Crone
It had been twenty-four years since she’d last seen it, but the place looked exactly the same. It was by all accounts, still just as breathtaking as the day she had found it. Her grandmother (one of the greats-Too many greats to be listed in succession here) had recorded it all down in her diary, and that diary had been passed down from generation to generation. Weather-beaten and magical, it had led her here to this spot as a child. It was here where she had leaned her back against the solid spine of a tree, drinking in the adventures of Hans and Gretel, page by page under the lazy languid su...
Myths of Duko...
My name is Esam and I live in “Duko” a village in Ghana..Today I’m telling you all the unbelievable and eye opening experience of my life.. I work as a farmer with my Dad as every other Duko villager does but two years ago I just felt unlike them, I felt myself the most hopeless person of this world.. Why So..?? Because as my name has the meaning of “safeguard” , I had a dream to save this world from evil powers since my childhood but I never got any chance to make my dream come true, I was getting old day by day and thinking to give up on my dream..But was not that easy to give up on somethin...
Here to Stay
Ghostly remnants, of a time soon to be forgotten, hung delicately against the milky skyline. The bones of an old theatre reverberated with the thumping of two desperate hearts. A scream ripped through the stale air, and echoed through the halls of the plaza framework. “The scout found us, we’re gonna be surrounded. We gotta move.” Owen whispered, pulling on Anna’s shirt sleeve. The frail girl stumbled after him, clutching onto his wrist. They weaved over and through the wreckage of an old concession stand. Anna snagged some unopened candies from the floor. “Owen look! It’s the stuff with the ...