Gingerbread: A Short Story Essay

It was right there I just had to grab some I knew this was going to get me in trouble later but I really wanted some!

"Don't worry. Everything will be fine." I assured her as a bend to whisper in her ear. I pray my words of comfort are correct.

“Thank you, I just know that she’s not doing well and I don’t know if this surgery will go well”

“Until you can get around on your own and I feel no one is looking for you. I took out the porta potty the bathroom is unlocked now so you can use that.”

“I- i think i'm fine , it’s not that big of a deal “ i reply trying to sound as normal as possible .

“You will. You’ll be her guardian and safeguard her on this unruly journey.” Dominic was presently experiencing an information overload and feeling the pressure pounds him.

“Thank you and it is alright Captain Lewis don’t worry about it, I am fine,” responded

After a bit of walking our hero stumbles across Pyro and Tyrannous, he quickly ducks behind a tree. Our hero whispers one word “Vengeance” Without a word our hero holds up the mighty cornbread and summons a flood, which wipes out Maxwell and Pyro. Then our hero calls out “Floor sword to my side!” Then he promptly goes and stabs them both in the back, and then leaves. After he left a fog rolls in and a wraith comes out and says “take my hand, and join me the found the warlords of asphyxia.” Pyro and Tyrannous both say in unison “Gladly” and join forces, and walk off.

William became known as ‘cookie’, being the main cook, who would normally have that handle, didn’t like being called by that title. He preferred his own name, Mr. Goodsby. Mr. Goodsby was an elderly gentleman with a large white mustache that curled up on each side, and a little plump, but it never affected his agility when it came to setting up, and breaking down camp.

“Why are you being so formal? You can call me, Ernest. I won’t have a bunch of women messing around my house.”

“They’ll both die if we don’t do the surgery.” Lexie countered. “She’ll go into a coma and we probably won’t be able to wake her up.”

I remember the time I asked for forgiveness for something that i did but i wasn't forgiven. For example I remember one time i stole a cookie from my mother. Which at the time where oreo,and her favorite,she loved them to death. When she got home it was any normal day i greeted her as she stepped in the house. She headed towards her room and whenever she gets home she always stop at the closet and grab her box of oreos. She sat on her bed and called me into the room and at this point i'm sweating like a dog. She said ,“Jermaine wilson did u take one of my cookies?”,I said “Mother i love u and yes ma'am i did take one of your cookies i thought it will be okay since u had so many.” She didn't like that answer so she got out of the bed and told

“No one can pass up home-made cookies. It'll be just the ice breaker we'll need.”

Minutes later, I hear him come up the stairs and I panic. He inserts a key and the door opens; brown evil eyes meet mine and I collapse into a ball

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