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Freaky Friday
It was Friday, and I sunbathed next to thewww.onedoor.cc pool, where Maria and Chloe were splashing around."Come join us!" Chloe calls, then spits a stream of water into the air. "You've tanned enough. Come on!"I groan and drag myself out of the chair. I carefully dip my feet into the chilly water and almost immediately pull them back."Too cold."Before I can go back to sunbathing, Eva runs up to me, pushing me into the water, giggling the whole time.The icy water shocks me, but I manage to doggy paddle to the ladder."Not funny guys."When no one responds, I turn around."Guys?"They're not moving. So is everyo...
Scarlett Vampire: Made for Revenge
Special agent Scarlett Mason threw the case file on her desk in defeat and collapsed into her chair. She pulled the next case file in her stack. Opening the case file, she sighed, realizing this case will also be another dead end. It was getting harder and harder to hide her vampire side. She was getting by on the blood her best friend brought her from her job as a doctor. She had been wearing contacts to cover her red eyes and she had been using spray tan. Drinking blood allowed her to go into the sun without burning if she didn’t have any exposed wounds. Everything else about...
You go for a walk and accidentally bump into someone. They feel the bump, but the person can't seem to hear or see you.
You go for a walk and accidentally bump into someone. They feel the bump, but the person can't seem to hear or see you.I move into 38 Brynteg terrace on the 24 of November 2014、 yes it was summer time, and it was really or should or should I say very hot as I remembered very clearly I got out the car that my landlord was driving black ford focus he open the front door and we walked into that place well the ground floor there was a flight of stairs that lead upstairs into the bed rooms and the toilet and the artic and on the ground floor there was is the sitting room with its big grey rug and b...
The Reader
She had done it again. She truly had planned to avoid this; taken steps to ensure that this wouldn’t happen. That morning, when her grandpa’s ancient alarm clock had begun its shrill cry, vibrating the worn wooden nightstand upon which it sat, she had reached out and firmly quieted its bells. She had lain beneath her duvet, breathing quietly with focused deliberation. Her legs had itched. Outside her bedroom window, the sparrow that lived in the beech tree had chirped obliviously, singing the same morning song that usually found her halfway through her morning routine. The urge to spring from ...