The Castle_The Little Things Matter_Halloween party gone bad_Custard
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The Castle
It had been a Thursday night at the Hotbox café when the idea first blossomed in Mike’s head. A comedian had been talking about the castle, he had brought a girl up to one of the turrets for some fun, but she kept being distracted by the view. Saying over and over I can see my house from here. It wasn’t a very funny joke; in fact, he was not a very funny comedian, but the story had sparked something, and Mike remembered a friend that used to work at the castle. There were rumors that old tunnels led from the stables right into the basement of the castle. Mike sent a quick text and put his ph...
The Little Things Matter
I put my headphones on.www.onedoor.cc Here I was, sitting on a crowded train. It was very busy during this time of the day even though it was only 8 am. I sighed. Online school is hard. In fact it’s the worst. People think it would be easier but the pressure is twice as much. I just wish parents would understand that. I decided to do hybrid school. Maybe the stress levels wouldn’t go skyrocketing. I remember everything before COVID-19; life was amazing. Nothing was as bad as it is now. The criticism of my parents just destroys my enthusiasm to have hobbies. I sighed again trying to wash out those thoughts....
Halloween party gone bad
Three days before Halloween a group of kids decide to look for a run down house. For a party they drive around looking for the perfect house.they argue with each other on the houses until they go down a one way street. There is not one street light on this road they pull up in a drive to turn around. There it is a run down house broken windows every thing they want. The girls can not stop looking at the house they get out of the car walk up to the house.Look through the windows they all agree this is the house for the party. They all giggle with excitement one girl takes a picture of the house...
Custard
When she spoke about it a picture came into her mind of a little waif of a child, her hair a tangled mane, huge brown eyes, a child quite unlike her sturdy pair, more a small creature she could pet for a fortnight, hear laugh, be surprised by the world Penny took for granted.Why was she doing this? Guilt came into it. Had prompted her to offer the holiday when she read that some of these children had never seen the sea. There was also an element of self-interest. She had so much, lovely home, indulgent husband and the kids but though she was ashamed to admit it, lately she’d felt bored....