Chase of Death_the Gabby Ghost of Timber Cove_A Night Out_Khan Qah
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Chase of Death
Thump! Thump! The gravel beneath my feet crunched as I sprinted across it. My heartbeat rang in my ears, my breathing becoming heavier by the second. I embraced the aching in my body, the pain of the past, knowing it would all be over soon. I closed my eyes as I ran, the gift of vision unneeded on a path I knew all too well. I felt the cool air on my cheeks, whipping my short, uncombed hair back. I felt the gravel underfoot give way to rocky terrain and I opened my eyes, coming to a halt. A mass of scintillating water lay beneath the high cliff that I had arrived on. The moon reflected in the...
the Gabby Ghost of Timber Cove
Don't ever ask Dan the handyman about the ghost of Timber Cove. Once, someone from the management office overheard Dan talking real quiet about what he sees now and then. He was called in and told never, never ever, talk about Earl, ever again. I think they knew that if folks heard about Earl, they would get real enthused about moving out of the park. It turns out that yes, I was the one that Dan was telling. Since then, Dan told me he would deny telling me a danged thang if I ever said anything about it. My name is Walt, last name Landers, and I enjoyed being a reporter in my Army days, ran ...
A Night Out
“Where?”Abigail’s caramel fingers hovered above the screen. Undecided, she looked at her addresser. The man had a snaggle-tooth. “Eh?”“No de look me like fish. Where you de go, madam?”The lady in question sighed, shoving her phone in her back pocket. “Sorry, sir,” she entered the bus. “Anywhere.” Anywhere that’s not there.“Oya, get out, lemme go home. I be like say you wan waste time. See this pikin o. Anywhere,” he mocked. “Na 8 o’clock curfew we get. No time to misbehave. Oya,” he pointed to the street. With another sigh, she stepped out.Bringing a sweaty palm to her forehead, Abigail bent f...
Khan Qah
The Khan Qah part " A " A novel for boys and girls Moeen Soussi - The Khan had an old name for knowledge, for the first way followers .. !! The First World, Tunisia 1975 Alone, he came down from his mother's womb (Latifa), in silence. Nurse: Not crying is a strange condition, the color of his skin is dull and his breathing is calm. The mother - not tired from birth - but the room is full of bright lilac light and the scent of childbirth tingling your pores with another hit, making you feel a different feeling. Latifa: I smile and sneeze, Aashooooo ..., I feel cold in my body, but I am com...