the day of the bite back_Ridin' Queasy_Children's Aid_The Masquerader
Catalog Guide:
the day of the bite back
This was supposed to be the happiest day of our lives. We were setting up for our annual fourth of July party. My mom handed me more corn to husk just because I said I was bored so I told her that I wanted to do something else and she said, “You could pour some more skittles and also you could help them get some hot dogs and other stuff cooked.” "Ok I will do that then I will come back and help if you need help.” I said calmly. I was getting really excited because each step that we took to set up we got closer to the celebration that we put together each year and each year it gets better beca...
Ridin' Queasy
Clark was a good man, which made betraying him that much harder. A week of travel on horseback had left Bucky saddlesore, with a chaff that he’d happily swear off drinking for a month to get rid of, which made him more bitter as he examined his friend’s casual riding posture beside him. Clark had always been a natural rider. It seemed he shifted and moved with the horse’s pace, free to think as deep and long as he pleased about whatever fancied him without distraction, and thinking was mostly what he did. Clark was never one to say anything unless it was necessary, which suited Bucky, because...
Children's Aid
Rosa never forgot looking into her mother’s eyes, the last moments they had ever laid upon her, the bewildered Cathy, drinking in the last sight of her daughter through a thick pool of tears, before Rosa was whisked away into a child www.onedoor.ccservices van. Elizabeth, the smartly dressed overweight van driver had a pleasant chubby cheeked smile and curly brown locks and glasses which all combined to give her a damp, subdued appearance, like a soggy wafer, thin as cardboard and tasteless, perfect for her role as mediator for children from broken homes. “Granola bar? Juice box?”Elizabeth said, motioning t...
The Masquerader
Mr. Goba was a messenger. He had a black beard, blue eyes, and a very small pile of brown hair in the very center of his head, surrounded by a lake of skin. He had been hired to deliver a package to the resident of house number 666、 He walked down the dark eerie street that had a single streetlight, far away, shivering, while the sinister winds tried to drive its roots out of the earth. The glowing rock in the sky, let a single stream of pale silver light, trickle through the dark clouds, just enough to see where he was going. He walked toward an old broken down house with moldy planks that mi...