Pandora's War_TRAPPED WITH A PSYCHO_Storm Child_Care
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Pandora's War
Tonight was family night. No, not that family. The extended family. It was a night for tiptoeing around your aunt’s political views and pretending to like your cousins. It was a night for trying and failing to keep your kids from playing with their food. But worst of all, it was the night when Harvey would have to see his younger brother Derek. And that would have been enough.Harvey had been trying to get out of it all week. He tried faking a fever by hiding a hot water bottle under the covers, but his wife Elaine wasn’t buying it. Tonight was important, she said. It was his grandmother’s 92nd...
TRAPPED WITH A PSYCHO
The loud blaring of the alarm clock brought me back to reality. I was having the best dream before the dream snatching alarm click decided to go off.I was this close to kissing my high school crush. Bloody blocker!! I begrudgingly stood up from the bed and made my way into the bathroomMy long blonde hair was literally everywhere. I look like someone who hasn't seen a comb or brush in like ages.I quietly observed my routines and got dressed. I have to go to work and the best part is that it's a night shift.Yay!! Note the sarcasm. I hate working, my mum decided to punish me because I snuck out ...
Storm Child
“It was a dark and stormy night. The walls of the cabin shook with each crash of thunder as the rain pelted the cracked www.onedoor.ccwindows. Water ran down the inside of the glass, leaving trails like tears. Wind whistled through holes between the logs, ruffling the blankets the campers were huddled in.” Ron was crouched by the fire, the light dancing across his face, while shadows flickered all around them, his eyes wide as he raised his hands. Leaning towards Dierdra, his little sister he lowered his voice to almost a whisper, “Then, they heard it, scratching on the door.” Dierdra huddles in her camp c...
Care
It’s not that I don’t appreciate the hand that fate has dealt me. I do, really. It’s a massive improvement compared to where I was before. A big city is the perfect place to hide when you’re young, apathetic , and running from the law. Tall buildings and narrow alleys with an abundance of people who are too wrapped up in their own lives to care about yours. There’s no shortage of landlords who are willing to stay quiet and ignore the suspiciously large briefcase you’re dragging around as long as you slip them a wad of cash. The city is the perfect place to be.It’s alright that it doesn’t have...