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A man was walkingdown the road.All of sudden he spotted a house,with man and his horse in front.
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A man was walkingdown the road.All of sudden he spotted a house,with man and his horse in front.
This is a warning. Please don't read as this is my journal. I strong opinion and difference offend you, please don't read on in fear of your own life. This book is cursed.
#sundayrepost Come home, Alexandra Come home from the moor Your supper's long been waiting And there's darkness at the door.
I get up and bang my head on my ceiling. Why did I have to get the small room?. I sigh and carefully get out of bed. I hear Red downstairs. "Woof. Woof. Woof!" He rambles on to my older brother Sam.
I remember that night that I had traveled to my families farm. I arrived in the in the pitch black of a hot July night. I turn off the lights to my car, and look out at the field and lose my breath.
Sorry this took so long, and p.s. it's a little graphic Chapter two, part one.
The light slices through the wooden slits in the door, illuminating the numerous objects in a glorious yellow light.
~Hallowe'en story~ ~Not mine~ I came home late one night after work and found my wife Ethel puttering about the kitchen with a big yellow cat at her heels. “And who is this?” I asked jovially.
Chapter 3 <~> When we woke up, in the morning, there were parcels for each of us. "Has Christmas come early?" I joked. "No Sienna.
-Part 2 As I kicked the pebbles off the path and onto the road I tried quite desperately to remember the way into the village. Was it first or second turning at the farm shop.
Hey guys I know it's way to early but I had to write a Christmas story!!. Problably will have a Halloween story up soon. I looked out the window of the back of my families seven seated dark blue car.
She smiled at me, "Eliza dear.
Crooked wooden cupboards surround a green-clad gas oven; warm to the touch with a full belly of the night's feast to come.
The cold autumn air coiled around me like tin foil causing goosebumps to run up and down my soft, porcelain-colored skin. My dark brown ringlet-curls bounced as I walked.
It was well known that a certain lake was very poor for fishing up north, but a game warden happened to notice that one guy kept coming home with his limit of fish on several occasions.
Ok this actually happened, it occurred right as I'm writing this out.
(Plot: Mid Afternoon, In the woods, 1700s) [SUSAN *Walks In the woods to collects Berries for her father and mother, as she walks she gets an eerie feeling as if someone was following her*...
It was just a normal day here at home.. My husband left for work at the office.. Me and my husband married young and had children young.. I was 32 with 2 children which I loved dearly..
She ran fast, faster than she had ever ran before down the snow covered gravel, her lungs sore from breathing in the cold air panting and looking left and right franticly looking for a way out.
I can't stand it here much longer. This fifteen mile square cell, Of buildings, fields and people... I can't stand it, can you tell. But I can't just get up and leave.
In the distance, I could Isadora's mother shouting at Isadora. Obviously, I wasn't meant to leave the tent. She pushed Isadora and I sped up, shouting at her to stop.
I step down from the train so slowly Stop - and take a look around me At the new buildings that surround me I've been away too long It takes a while to get my bearings The house is eastward down the...
Jeremy and Mr Hansel entered his small country cottage. Jeremy was gazing at all the different ornaments. Meanwhile, Mr Hansel was drying Jeremy's drenched mackintosh.
"She's gone." Lydia sighed. Lydia and Gavin were in the middle of nowhere. The area around them was empty, except for cornfields and barns. The wind whistled beside them.