The Pumpkin Patch The Patch was quiet for a fall day. This time of year there would be people in droves tapping pumpkins, lifting and carrying while small children danced around and shrieked their enthusiasm. The field was filled with pumpkins, but there were no people in sight. Douglas shrugged and closed his jacket against the chill and kept walking. The house loomed up before him out of the trees, three stories of termite-infested natural wood that gave the whole place a creepy feel. Maybe this way Pete didn’t have to worry about burglars. He knocked on the big
Cinderella's Twisted EndingCinderella’s evil step mother shoved her into the upstairs tower room and locked the door. She slipped the key into her pocked and patted it to make sure it was secure. As she descended the great set of stairs she chuckled an evil laugh to herself. Cinderella was now furious, she just couldn’t live with herself to know that one of her unworthy step sister might be the one taking her place beside the Prince, the Prince that she danced with, the Prince that chased her when she ran, but could not keep up…the Prince that was searching for her at this moment. A few tears began rolling down her cheeks. No! She thought, I cannot cry!
pb:Chapter OneThe Pantinium BladeChapter OneA normal School DayBoredom mounted as I glanced from my maths book to the white, circular clock high up on the whitewash walls. Every glance was close to excruciating as barely any time had passed since the last time I looked, almost as if time itself slowed to purposely prolong my suffering. I chewed on my pencil and looked to the messy pages of my maths book, scribbles of half hearted equations and baffling sums covered the squares that were to promote neatness. The text book, sat just a short distance away from me, laid open, revealing various techniques on how to best solve the equations sprawled ov
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