Four friends were going to hang out at Kings Island during Halloween Haunt. Their names are Jane Rogers, April O’Neil, Steve Rogers, and Donatello Hamato.
Needing to see more of the house, I started descending the curved staircase. I stopped halfway down the staircase and savored the view. My eyes wandered around to the rooms that I would no longer use. Rooms that were once filled with people and belongings were now piled high with
“I’m Randy Kim, I was a police officer before everything went to shit. Most of these guys are prior law enforcement. Look we’re only trying to protect our own.”
Introduction If you look in the Sayre park art room, you might see someone standing in there painting or drawing or maybe even sculpting with clay. She is very elegant and friendly. But who is she?
It started when I was around 4. One day, I was drawing something when my older sister comes up to me and tells me that she’s going to a place called “La La Land” (more than a decade before the movie, btw). I was too absorbed in my drawing to really care and shrugged it off. She wanders off and I don’t see her for some time.
My dearest sister, I hope this letter finds you well. This trip has been a harrowing journey for me. About half way across the large, blue ocean, a beam was cracked! I was told that the beam offered great support to the ship. It is a wonder that I am still alive and not trapped in Davy Jones’s locker. Oh sister, the storm was horrendous. I was not able to even write because of all the movement of the waves. The waves were three times the size of my house! Thankfully, my husband happened to have a great iron screw that secured the beam in place. Many of the sailors were thankful to have a blacksmith on this boat.
My name is Madison Dalke and I will be renting the 1324 Colorado St Apartment #1 this up coming year. My lease for my previous apartment is over on July 29th at 12:00. I am trying to figure out what to do with my stuff over the weekend. Is it possible to move my things in early to the apartment? If not possible can I leave a U-Haul parked in front of the
The House on Briarhill The single drive and one story house was home for a family of 4. Teaching school and driving buses got them the house on a street filled with strangers who would soon become
At the first glance inside, the duo, especially Viktor, was surprised by the lack of furniture in the house. Rather, the more noticeable detail that Viktor detected was the amount of scratches along the nearly hueless walls and ceiling, as well as the Latin word meus (which, to Viktor’s knowledge, meant the word “mine”) along the floor’s perimeter. As Toby moved closer to the scratches with his camera, Viktor noticed a line of mysterious, red footprints leading up a long set of stairs, like an eerie trail of breadcrumbs in the Hansel and Gretel
The bus bumps over the pothole as it turns out of the back parking lot of the carefully manicured Midtown Tech property and onto the congested, poorly maintained New York street, weaving deftly and dangerously through the dense, rush hour traffic. The bus carries ten high schoolers, a teacher, and the bus driver. It doesn’t take long for the bus to dead stop on their upcoming journey through Midtown and through Queens, and then deeper into Long Island for the team’s second decathlon meet this season, and the first they’re seriously preparing for.
It was a bright Sunday morning in California, Bakersfield on Maple Street. Maple Street is a street that is peaceful with a neighborhood of cottages except for one. The one that Tommy Jones lived in. All his neighbors knew Tommy was spoiled. His parents think that he should have whatever
Gentle and slow was the music, with an occasional jump in volume as the orchestra played in full swing. The sounds of flutes, clarinets, and other wind instruments can be heard in the background, adding a sweet harmony to the strength of the strings. The deepness of the cello gives
23B “One night in room 23B please,” blurted Cora as she thrusts her credit card out towards the petite concierge behind the desk without an ounce of uncertainty. The small man had a gleaming noticeable forced smile that projected all the way above the desk, but the moment Cora utter the room
`In the year of 1738, there was a crazy, weird, and ugly hiker named Ryker in the amazing Nuke Town. So one beautiful day the hiker went to a very strange house called the House of Houses. He went up the steps to the door and rang the doorbell. A
Jake found Vintage Realtors and it took a few minutes for them to verify that the house had been sold free and clear five years ago.