at the edge of her Father’s property and she would disappear there for hours. There were always caterpillars there and she used to have them participate in her adventures. Another tear went racing down her face, followed by another and after a few short minutes, the once fearless warrior from her childhood was replaced by a battered housewife of a cheating bastard. The clock said 8:58 and Missy was shaking again, not from fear but from anger. She refused to allow this to go on. Calmly, she put the
The school bell rang and both Michael and Jason were on their way home. As Jason and Michael were walking down the street heading towards Michael’s house, which was allegedly going to be the most the most exciting sleep over in the history of sleep overs. On their way, they both suddenly came across looking mysterious, abandoned mansion. It was always there. But they never thought about it. Randomly Jason said why don’t we go into the mansion. Michael did not say a thing. He asked one more time
It struck midnight at the Leitz mansion when an eerie visit from a stranger came. The stormy night filled with lightning made it particularly odd for a visit at such a time. John Leitz, the owner of the mansion, came to address the knock at the front door. “Hello sir, who might you be?” John said. He couldn’t quite see the man’s face due to his black hood covering over himself. The assumption he was a man was a blind assumption. It was found to be correct, because moments later the man removed his
Sandy Scroll awoke to the scents of dust and ash and ink on paper, some of it centuries old and some of it freshly deposited. She glanced out the window at the chiming clock tower that had awoken her; it was dawn, or perhaps dusk, just as it had been for every hour of every day for as long as anypony could remember. According to Appleoosa's clock, however, it was ten. AM or PM? The time-of-day sign that the townsponies swapped out every "noon" and "midnight" was not visible from Sand's house behind
The snow blows ten miles per hour across the Tundra, creating drifts of white across the landscape. Winter has come to Snowbush with its usual Godawful frozen weather. Everyone puts on their hats, mitts, boots, neck gaiters, snow pants, and coats to travel the outdoors. Now is the time for moose hunting, ice fishing, dog mushing, snowmachine riding, sledding, river driving and snowball fights. It is the most beautiful time of year to be in Snowbush, but also the harshest. As the days get shorter
“ Quite the storm, wouldn’t you say mi sobrino.” asked uncle Juan “It is a shame we won’t be able to go to the graveyard to clean your sus abuelas tombstone.” he said with a hint of grief. “I was dying to clean her tombstone.” Jack said trying to conceal his lie. “I could clean a graveyard and clean the letrina at the same time” he lied again. He could not even go three hours of straight cleaning. “ You little mentiroso, just be lucky that your tia is here to save you from getting your rear
while Ariel was at work it was about noon when the unexpected happened all of her co-workers bust out in a party for her engagement to Chris Chris was sitting at his desk about the same time and all of his co-workers bust out in a party for his engagement to Ariel both of their co-workers decided to take them out to lunch when Ariel's co-workers and Chris's co-workers got to the restaurant Chris and Ariel's family and friends were there neither Ariel or Chris knew about what was going on but he
“It is just over that rise,” Bernice said to the other children. “What is over that rise Bernice,” said the children. “Chipotle burritos!” hollered Bernice. “Really?” said the ever so eager children. “Yes follow me,” said Bernice. Bernice and the children then walked through the dewy grass with their bulky knee high boots. They spotted a brown cardboard box with a chipotle logo printed on the sides. "Enjoy!" Bernice exclaimed. "Yaaaay!" said the jumpy children. Burnice
Do it ”Do it,” he repeated. I was scared. I was so incredibly scared, I didn’t know if I’d even be able to move. I tried to say something, but no words would leave my dry mouth. This time he screamed the words and I swear to god, I could feel my eardrums explode. “Do I have to repeat myself one more time?” he now quietly asked. I wanted to beg him to stop, to let me go, to let it go, I didn’t want to hurt it, but again, my dry mouth was a desert hundred miles away from any water. Instead, a hoarse
The shy was dark and thick clouds hung low, sweeping the ground. A small black cab pulled up to the Grey Ridge Sanatorium, which slumped atop a sloping hill. The building was constructed with crumbling brownstone and brick and ornamented with dark red shutters that shielded the windows from the nonexistent sun. Maria stepped out of the cab, clutching a small black trunk that contained what little of her belongs she was allowed to pack. Her mother, unsuccessfully attempting to hide her sadness, accompanied