Corner Brook

It was 9:00 PM, and I was by myself. The house was dark and looming, as I stayed in my room reading. An eerie creaking sound of the house settling filled the air, but was settling the explanation? I crept slowly into the hall, step by step, and made my way downstairs. When I got to the stairs I heard a crash from below. I thought, “Is there an intruder in my house?” I was home alone, but was I by myself? This was the first time I had to deal with this kind of a situation. It was like any

you’ll be fine,” I said to myself hoping that I was right. The music stopped and I sauntered onto the floor. It was navy blue and not as malleable as ours. My heart beat started beating heavier and more intense. BA BUMP BA BUMP BA BUMP. I reached the corner of the floor and wiped my hands on my legs. I looked at my coach and she gave me a reassuring smile. I took a deep breath and started to sprint across the floor. I felt the satisfying thud of my hands making contact with the floor and my feet landing

everyday, and sometimes it helps to talk about her. As I lay talking curled up next to mabel I could feel my eyes getting heavier and heavier as the warm summer breeze brushed past my face. And that was the last thing I remember, now i'm standing on the corner of Shelmet and Maine. I recognize the area, it’s not too far from my house, but a few of the buildings are different now. I walk across the street to a old-fashioned diner and as I approach the door the cashier yells “no dogs aloud!” I look down and

looking at her daughter with concern. Charlie looked at her mother in horror before shaking her head vehemently, pushing her away. “No. You’re doing this to me again!” she lashed out, pulling herself to a standing position as she staggered to the corner where her sword lay in it’s

Fluorescent lights beam down at me from the ceiling, and the air is masked with the smell of cleaner. A tall vase of white carnations sits on the table in the middle of the waiting room, stacks of magazines perfectly placed in a row. Framed pieces of artwork are scattered across the cream walls, quite depressing artwork for a funeral home I might add. I’m sitting in an uncomfortable, poorly cushioned plastic chair, watching the clock hands go around slowly. A petite woman with a black pixie cut is

So instead of asking Eren who Allen was I asked a different question. "Has this Allen ever been here?" I asked him making sure to choose my words carefully so that I could bypass my Mistress's command. Eren nodded slowly. "He was he when you weren't." He said almost cryptically. I frowned at what Eren had said because of a few things that factored into it. One the location where we currently were couldn't be accessed by humans so whoever Allen was, he definitely wasn't a human. Secondly it

Have you ever went to a place whether it's the gym or a cafe and always see the same person every time u go there? I have had such an encounter and I always wondered who they are and why they are always there. Every once in a while I go to the movies at AMC Metreon Park and right across from it a group of people but one of them in particular caught my attention, because he is there every time I pass by. In fact, I don't remember a time where I have not seen him. I grew curious about what they are

Dear Mr. Cassidy, Hello, my name is Emily and I heard that you were taking suggestions about what celebrity should come to the school. You can stop looking now, I have the best person! The one celebrity that should come is Bernadette Peters, she is an accomplished actress on Broadway. Also she is singer, and a children’s author. According to IMDb Peters is one of the most critically-acclaimed Broadway performers, having received nominations for seven Tony Awards, winning two, and eight Drama Desk

“Pick a hand.” “Which hand?” “Any hand, just pick one.” “Hmmm...that one!”, I say, pointing a finger at my moms right arm. “Surprise!”, she says, pulling out a new Barbie doll, completely brand new in the box. It’s not often I get new toys. Her hair is blonde and she’s wearing a pink swimsuit top with matching shorts, a pink snorkel and flippers are next to her. I can’t stop smiling. She has big feet like me. “Thank you Thank you!” I exclaim, my smile wide as I scrunch my nose and jump up and down

On one nice evening roughly 2 years ago my mother was on the computer looking at things on kohls.com when she asked “Hey, want anything at Kohls?” I replied to this question saying “ Sure I will look around.” Then I started to look around on the site, and that’s when I found it. The most glorious hat I have ever seen in my whole existence. There is this pattern that is kind of zig zaggy yet doesn’t distract you from the greatness of the team logo, the Wisconsin Badgers. Ever since I have received