“I'm going to the diner I work a 8 - 9:30 shift today and I already called in on tuesday so I really need this money.” said
“well hello sweetheart, what are you doing here?” she said peering down at me in a nasally voice.
As they approach the entrance, he looks at her intently and says, “I will go alone and introduce myself. I am sorry, my mate, but you are more hideous than I. Once they become accustomed to me, I will fetch you.”
Dread and sorrow wash throughout me. We spent so long in this cursed building to prevent us from ending up like we did. I furrow my brows. The foul smell of rotting old wood came upon my senses. Now, I could only taste dryness in my throat. This attic has still not changed one bit.
"Every day you have an excuse for either showing up late or not showing up at all. Well, I'm done with the excuses. You're
“Oh I have to tell you something. Mommy doesn’t have a job anymore. But over the weekend, I am going to find a job, a better job.”
The mouldy, rotting, brown house stood in front of Emily, only fear keeping her feet planted to the ground. Moaning and creaking noises being projected from the house. The grass was damp from the evening fog and every time she took a step the mud squelched. The bottom step squeaked as she applied pressure with her foot, she let out a sigh of relief as the old structure hadn’t swallowed her up. The door, slightly off colour from the rest of the house, loomed over her like a giant as he reached for the brass door handle. A shiver ran through her body like an electric current, the musty smell of a house that had been long abandoned filled Emily’s nose. It was dim and uninviting. The furniture dusty and old, looking as if it would crumble to dust if she was to touch it. Mould ate away at
I took a deep breath as I walked through the doorway. The door was stuck open, hanging on just one of its hinges. It was clear that no one had been near this place in a long time. As I entered, a stench hit me. It smelt sickly sweet, almost like rotten fairy floss. I looked around the room at the faded and ripped wallpaper, and the broken furniture. The air was so thick with dust it was almost impossible to breathe, and everything was thickly covered with dust. The little light there was came from the cracks in the yellowed blinds.
A dwarf shouted back, “Donkey shit! The Goddess and the Witch will kill us all if you don't let us leave! They're coming tomorrow at dusk!”
“I know mom,” I respond, rolling my eyes in spite of myself, “but I really can’t get another tardy.” Just like that I’m running down the street through the early morning
“Who is she? WHO IS SHE?” The accompanying figure paused and whispered to the woman, “What do I say again?”
“We need to stay here. Boss has our kids and family, if we don't do what he says they get hurt or worse” Chubby exclaimed with his head down. I need to think fast, something to keep me
“Yeah! I’ll give you a rundown on the rules. So you get three wishes, no more, no less. Oh, and don’t try to be slick and wish for more wishes, it ain’t gonna work. And there are some things I can’t let you wish for. I can’t make anyone fall in love, come back from the dead, or die. But yeah. With those things in mind, feel free to wish away.”
"You don't come to work, you don't have a job. Is that hard for you to get through your head?"
“Hi.” I spin around and face her. “Zayla Maslin. You enjoy spending time torturing me. May I have a moment to talk to you about the last day of school?”