Understanding Zoey_Death Match_The Rumours of Cape Melinoe_House of Death
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Understanding Zoey
I stood in Times square watching, waiting. Yet she still hadn’t shown face. I was not accustomed to any of my students being late to extra sessions and if one was late, I would be infuriated because that might mean they did not enjoy mathematics as much as they say they did. Of course Hannah Gradilla was no exception no matter how gifted she was. Yet instead of leaving a note to her inclusive mother saying she was a no-show I continued rocking back and forth with a sweaty brow waiting for her. After 5 more minutes of what felt to be the most uncomfortable 15 minutes of my 16 years of teaching ...
Death Match
I twirl the dagger back-and-forth in my grip taking care not to cut myself on its blade. The thing is already coated in a thick build-up of rust and dried blood, I’m pretty sure a scratch from the thing would give someone an infection. Unfortunately, this is all they gave me to protect myself with. My life now relies on a single bloodied dagger.I glance up as the crowd erupts into chaos. Another down, I’m next. My hands fall slack at my sides as I watch the men run across the arena and toss the last competitors remains into the cart; along with the others. They treat the corpse as if it's no m...
The Rumours of Cape Melinoe
The rumour mill of Cape Melinoe was the most active it had been since it was discovered that Darcy Clarke had been stealing carrots from Matilda Potter’s garden (quite the scandal considering Darcy had won the gardening derby four years in a row). It started when Melinoe College had hired the new history professor. Professor Angelos was a great teacher, there waswww.onedoor.cc no refuting that but he tended to go completely off-book. When he’d read an eye witness account of the Battle of Par to the tenth graders, for example, he’d scoffed and shut the textbook with a loud bang. “We won’t be reading the acco...
House of Death
You looked out the window and, not for the first time, thought about how wrong the weather forecast had been. Even as you checked the forecast again, it seemed that all the neighboring towns were enjoying the warm, sunny weather that was promised, but in your small town of Ligonier the sky was a dark mass of black clouds that threatened rain. Wind howled past the living room window, knocking the branches of a tall oak against the side of the house. A shiver ran down your spine as the branches made a horrible screeching noise as they moved against the window. The lights flickered as the storm g...