Michael’s Odyssey_A Night in the Cemetery_Trapped Love_Pandemic Adventures of a Stormtrooper
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Michael’s Odyssey
Michael and his father slowly and quietly moved through the woods that surrounded their Montana homestead. They were both careful not to alarm any wildlife of their presence which was particularly difficult thanks to the freshly fallen leaf litter that blanketed the forest floor. Michael, who was normally very uneasy and timid felt safe next to his father. Michael's dad, William, was a rudy, dark featured, mountain of a man. He was hairy. William's dark beard hid his square jaw from the cold wind, and his long, dark hair rested comfortably on his broad shoulders. Each muscle in William's arms ...
A Night in the Cemetery
The pickup truck drives in from the open gates of the cemetery, it's tyres squealing against the pebbles and pieces of granites used to fill in the massive potholes that are now filled with muddy brown water, the very motion of it disturbing the serenity of the night. And as it does, eyes flicker open and oddly shaped blobs of blood dyed flesh turn, high up in the branches of the almond trees that litter the side of the entrance close to wall as they follow the motion of the pick up truck. The headlamps are on, placing it out as a beacon that calls out to everything in the cemetery. Rats scr...
Trapped Love
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. It engulfed the dry tress on www.onedoor.ccthis little island. We both ran for safety and entered a fast flowing stream. The stream took us into the mountains. "I guess your question is how do we find ourselves in this situation - here it is"I am just a lonely chubby boy, lover of science, discovery. My few friends call me fatty and I live in England. I was going to my grandma's residence in Australia. I haven't seen her in about 7 years so I was very excited.During the flight, I put on my headphone and closed my eyes. After a while, coffee was poure...
Pandemic Adventures of a Stormtrooper
“Why can’t I go with my friends, Daddy?” she asked innocently. “It is more fun alone dear, it is more scary with fewer people. That is what halloween is about isn’t it?” She thought for a bit and then asked me why I was going with her then. She is a smart girl. I told her that she might need help carrying everything back. She was skeptical but agreed. There was truth to my statement though, it was very creepy with fewer people around this year. Our cul de sac was usually lit with lanterns, glowing pumpkins and laser displays, with speakers blasting scary sounds. The silence this year made it a...