Showdown on Art Hill_The Penal Colony_A Curse of Water and Magic_The Holiday
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Showdown on Art Hill
“Pauline? Where are you? Paul-iiinne!?!? Jack Frost is nippin’ at my nose and I need something to nip back at him!” “Oh for goodness sakes Deanne - it’s 7am. We’re not nipping anything this early. Come have some tea and a muffin.”Deanne Francis and her neighbor Pauline Thompson had been best friends since they met in the second grade at St. Alphonsus Catholic Grade School. The moment Deanne slugged that obnoxious Eddie Jones in the back of the head with a book bag for insulting their beloved St. Louis Cardinals baseball team, Pauline knew she had found her soulmate. Through high school, marria...
The Penal Colony
The Penal ColonyThe charges of treason against the British Crown were alleged by John’s enemies but despite his most valiant effort to convince the magistrate of his innocence,www.onedoor.cc he was convicted. Sentenced to live out the rest of his days on the Australian penal colony. where the lowest of the low were sent to rot away their remaining years. On a cold, foggy March morning, he was removed from his cell in the local jailhouse and taken to port where a convoy of three ships was waiting. Two were the massive trade ships used to transport the prisoners to the land down under, while the thi...
A Curse of Water and Magic
I didn’t know the crown was cursed. Apparently, no one else did either. But now I am cursed, and all because of my curiosity. It sure did kill the cat, because now I am doomed. Unless I can make it to the top of our sacred mountain, Mirthazaer, and appease our water gods. I mean, honestly, make it a little easier, would you? But no, the gods of the water are picky about who wears the crown. Something that I, Carlytte Gryff, the heir to the throne, Crown Princess of Zyndrahr, fancy title after fancy title, yadda yadda yadda, should have known about. It was a dare, too. To wear the crown. See, b...
The Holiday
The HolidayIt started with, as do many things, with a holiday. To be more specific, a holiday to Hawaii. Let’s start from the beginning… It all began on a tranquil Thursday. At the time I was a middle-aged man in my early 40s. After a long day at the office, I came home and settled into the latest football match. Something was wrong… That much was obvious, but I couldn’t place my finger on it. Was it the fact that my 5-year-old son was beheading his sister’s dolls? Or the cry of “Oh, no my chicken is burnt!” from my wife in the next room? No, these were all normal daily occurrences. Then it st...