The Ghost Who Couldn't Frighten People_Autumn Folly_ The Battle of Death_Forbidden Flight
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The Ghost Who Couldn't Frighten People
Jan sat on her bed snuggled up with her duvet wrapped around her anwww.onedoor.ccd her book, Dracula, opened at Chapter 1、 She began to shiver, even though she felt warm. She took her cup of hot chocolate from the bedside table and began to sip it as she read. She tried to convince herself that she wasn’t in the least bit afraid even though the hairs on her arms were standing on end and she hadn’t even got to the bottom of the first page! Before she could continue reading, she thought she heard a creaking noise coming from the corner of the bedroom. Don’t be daft, she thought to herself and carried on readi...
Autumn Folly
By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. The setting sun picked out the brilliant autumn colors, which rapidly dimmed as the light faded. Despite the illusion of fiery radiance from the oranges, reds and yellows of the leaves, the air was crisp and cold. I cautiously opened the glass doors which led onto the terrace. I could say I was watching the sunset if anyone asked. As the night crept closer, the trees became lacy black silhouettes against the sapphire blue sky, punctuated by glittering specks of stars. The world merged into shades of gray, leaching the color from the c...
The Battle of Death
Adam teetered at the cliff edge, looking down into the murky waters below. How ironic that something as silly as a fear of heights would mark his downfall. No, he wouldn’t let this be his Achille’s heel. Holding his breath and looking straight ahead just as he had practiced, he took off at a run and plunged off the edge of the cliff, instantly feeling the scream leave his mouth as his stomach plummeted with the apathetic force of gravity. Crashing on the waves below, he felt a mixture of relief along with the sting of his thighs hitting the surface but with only moments to spare, he shook off ...
Forbidden Flight
The days are growing shorter, the nights longer and lonelier--more hours without the fellowship of birdsong. The warmth of another summer dwindles, and again a jittery passion charges me throughout. Vibrating through my body, this energy has me beating my winds and testing the limits of my home. Above me, the sun flees and goes about its passage oblivious to my struggles.To chase down its kindness and fruits, to join with others and become of singular purpose again. To do what I have never done, to rise and soar. To be buffeted along, the trade winds carrying me further than I have ever been. ...