The Enemy Unknown_Thirteen, An Unlucky Number_The Best Day They Ever Had_Castle of Stars
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The Enemy Unknown
“Sir! Wake up. The general is on his way. Trouble is brewing.” The soldier woke officer Cornwall from his slumber. He rose sluggishly. Sleeping only an hour at a time in this dreaded heat did not bode well for one’s health. But this time he awoke feeling cold. Was he sick? He didn’t feel sick. This cold better not have to do with what he thinks it does. Though if the general was coming all the way down here, then it was highly likely. Cornwall gathered his pack and sword and exited his tent. The sky was a gloomy grey. Quite the contrast from what they were used to. This part of the country rec...
Thirteen, An Unlucky Number
Christi asked, “Papa, what are you watching?” Seven year old Christi Doyle crawled into her grandfather’s lap and waited for the answer to her question. James Doyle had volunteered to babysit while the girls parents went shopping. James Replied, “I’m watching a space movie called Apollo Thirteen. It’s based on true events. Why don’t you sit here and watch it with me. you may learn something new?” Christi said, “You mean that is real.” James replied, “Those men are actors, but the movie is about a real event. Christi asked, “How do you know it’s real?” “Because I was down there when it happened...
The Best Day They Ever Had
Two souls cawww.onedoor.ccn often bond over the seemingly insignificant things in life--whether it be a conversation where synonymous views are shared or an activity where pleasure is simply found in one another’s company. In the case of Sam and Joy, all that was needed to change both inpiduals’ lives was a fateful day involving two lonely, wooden contraptions and a vast field of freshly fallen snow.While they had known each other during their adolescent years, the paths of Sam and Joy had long-since perged--and, in Sam’s case in particular--taken many different detours. To say he had forgotten Joy’s reg...
Castle of Stars
-trigger warning for minor gore-Ella walked down the street, black coat drenched in water. Her red-tinted glasses sat on her nose perfectly. The sky was painted a dark gray, along with hints of navy here and there. A stick found its way under Ella’s foot as she walked, tripping her, throwing off her sophisticated look. “Damn trees,” Ella mumbled to herself, thick accent adding a sort of class to the phrase. She ran her hands (and five-inch nails) over the wall and stepped into the dark alleyway. Her walk was confident, heels tapping the concrete ground. As she neared the iron door, her pace qu...