of that bothers him. He is on a mission. The situation has taken a turn for the worst. He is out of options. Although common‚ dark arts are not something to be taken lightly. He desperately needs helps. Dark arts‚ which has always been insignificant part of his life has become his greatest misfortune. As he reach his destination‚ a house at the corner of the jungle near the village‚ he knocks on the door like there is no tomorrow.
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When Rosie was younger she used to play in puddles. “Jump‚ Brock!” Now‚ she sat in a puddle of sand‚ surrounded by the water that crafted a false ground. “That’s dirty water‚ Rosie.” She was trapped there‚ on some sort of island‚ waiting for Union or Veridee to save her. “Oh.” She needed an escape‚ a way to truly get away‚ yet none presented themselves. It was just her. Alone and waiting for night to come and show tell her who died so she’d know who was left. I’m left. Me‚ me...and five others‚ right
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Untitled I could feel my heart rate increasing slowly and at my attention it began to beat more fiercely. I could feel it pulsing through my body as though someone was sending thick beads of mercury through my veins. I was sent back to the moment of birth and was once again trying to learn how to breathe. Something was eating me from the inside out and when I could finally put my finger on it‚ I realized it was fear. The kind of fear that followed you up the stairs as a kid‚ or maybe still now‚
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As I walked my fingers across the brown flimsy opening of the cardboard box my other hand reached for my tattered old teddy‚ I’d had him ever since I can remember – he was a gift from my aunt Elizabeth. While my hands were holding the bear a tidal wave of memories came rushing back into my mind of the moments that him and I shared‚ alas they are now just memories. I don’t recall why but ive always known my tattered teddy as peter‚ I guess I just thought he looked like a peter. His fur used to be
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Bottled up Inside Word Count: 343 Footsteps ran up the stairs‚ followed by a slamming door. Wendy followed behind trying to calm her daughter down until she was standing face-to-face with the closed door. “Stevie‚ let me in now. I want to help. Please just let me know what’s going on‚ I can’t help unless you talk to me.” Wendy pleaded behind the door “Leave me alone Mum‚ I don’t want to talk about it‚ I just want to be on my own.” Sobbed Stevie in reply “Darling please let me in…. I have
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When I was a senior in high school‚ all seniors were to do a senior project. That consisted of choosing a topic and doing volunteer work that has to do with your topic. So I chose The American Red Cross. I was going to be going to a blood drive for my volunteer work. I was a very nervous person and pretty shy. I had to drive 45 minutes to the Red Cross center. Once I got there‚ the lady brought me to my station and showed me what I would be doing throughout the day. I was told to cross the donors
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As Jim and Bob came running down the boulevard‚ they saw an elderly women struggling with carrying her groceries into her house. She had been hard of hearing‚ so Jim had to repeat himself about three times until she understood what they were saying. She mumbled‚ “Thank you so very much for extending an olive branch to a helpless women like me.” The old woman wound up giving them a little tip for helping her without her asking. Since they are young‚ and have never seen her before they did not respond
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The poor Minor Canon would rather have had his hand cut off than go out to meet an angry griffin; but he felt that it was his duty to go‚ for it would be a woeful thing if injury should come to the people of the town because he was not brave enough to obey the summons of the Griffin. So‚ pale and frightened‚ he started off. 1.Gather a large number of fractured fairy tales for students to explore. Use books from your own collection along with those from the school and/or public library. Keep these
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“What are your interests‚ Candidate 217?” The entire room was pure‚ brilliant white. The lack of colour was making him blink a little too much‚ so he chose to focus on the only object in the room that didn’t harm his eyes; a stunning brooch that graced the lapels of his interviewer’s jacket. Simple and elegant in design‚ a square‚ red ruby sat in its flawless nest of silver or platinum‚ his money on the latter. “I…don’t really have any‚ to be honest.” He felt like an idiot the moment he’d
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Many millennia ago‚ the gods were worshiped and loved; however‚ they never got along‚ there always seemed to be a problem. One day it could be that Poseidon took Zeus’s lightning bolt‚ or Demeter told Aphrodite that she was ugly‚ but there was never a day that there was no problem. One day there was an intense heated argument between the very fragile snow goddess‚ Khione‚ and the brilliant‚ crafty‚ wisdom goddess‚ Athena. Today’s fuss is that Athena thinks prisoners should stay imprisoned for a
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