Journey Through Brooklyn_My Childhood_Gunther, Son of Krampus_The Spinner of Golden Tales
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Journey Through Brooklyn
Sara hated cleaning. So much so she avoided it like the plague. What part of it www.onedoor.ccwas fun? None. Sara was far too busy. She had two jobs, volunteered at the animal shelter and took online classes. At twenty four she wanted to spread her wings and live life. Ellie (her roommate) was the complete opposite. To say Ellie was a neat freak was under statement. The girl folded everything. She emptied the cast's litterbox daily, always made her bed and never left a dish in the sink. Ellie never seemed to mind that Sara was messy. Sure she made remarks somedays. "You better be careful in here you might l...
My Childhood
I would always love to talk about my childhood. Even though my most admired friend who is a soldier, he always tells me that I should always keep looking forward instead of backward, because according to his experience, people who are stuck in the past gets PTSD and some other mental health problems. His optimistic soldier mind tells him that, the only direction in life is forward. But I still want to talk a little bit about my childhood. I was born in a small village in China, which is a socialist country with a big land and many subpisions and provinces. People in China gave me an impress...
Gunther, Son of Krampus
Gunther smiled at the pretty she-elf and offered her his ginger snap cookie. Her clear blue eyes grew round as ping pong balls, the silver bells on her pointed red hat tinkled as she trembled, and her pouty rosebud lips quivered. At last, she let out a scream so high pitched and supersonic, it caused a small avalanche a mile away.Her breath was peppermint and vanilla cake. She swatted the cookie into the snow and ran towards her friends that had stopped their birdlike chattering to stare at Gunther in horror.He looked sadly down at the broken cookie. “Thanks a lot,” he mumbled under his breath...
The Spinner of Golden Tales
Aedna sputters to the surface, blindly thrashing her legs and arms. The Pinkietoads leap from their lily pads, ping underwater, watching in wide-eyed wonder at the strange creature flailing in their pond.At last, Aedna opens her eyes. The pond is ringed by trees, but not the kind of trees she knows. The silvery bark sparkles in the sunshine, and the purple leaves whistle in the breeze as she swims awkwardly toward shore, finally standing when her feet find the muddy bottom.Two grey-ish green trolls, out for their afternoon stroll, gawp with open mouths, their sharp teeth glinting.“What sort of...