Corner Brook

Charlie scoffed the first time she found a note tucked into the outer pocket of her pack reminding her to take the North pass instead of the South on the way back into town. Rolling her eyes, she balled it up in her hand, tossing it into her pack. Upon her return, she gave him the side eye when he asked if she had any trouble on her way in. Neither mentioned the note. It begins to happen more and more often and the notes aren’t always in the outside pocket. She’s found them anywhere from her

Hi! I’m Peter Parker, the tiny, round spider in the corner of the room. I will be telling you all about my great adventure from the most miserable little creature to a lucky, eight-legged spider. My adventure started the moment I was born, because my mother died. There is no way that I would forget the eight blank eyes staring into mine. I couldn’t handle it, so I scuttled in no particular direction for two days straight. When I finally settled down, I found a dimly lit room that reeked of humans

I look around the dark room, watching my allies. One sharpening one of his swords, another punching a bag of sand. And another boy in the window looking down over the city. I sit in the corner, just watching them. All I can think is, how did I become a fugitive of the entire country? I stand up and wander to the door. “Hey,” the girl calls after me, looking away from her sand, “You know it isn’t safe out there” I nod back to her, “I won’t go far, I promise.” I say with a reassuring smile. I walk

It was a hot day, I took shelter from the heat in the nearby restaurant chain known as, chic fila. I promptly ordered, sat down, and waited for my food to be delivered to me. As I scanned the loud, hungry, and sometimes obnoxious inhabitants, A young woman caught my eye. She appeared frail, and unsatisfied with the entertainment provided (the locals). By now my food had been delivered, and if I am being completely honest, the sweet nectar of my half lemonade half tea concoction almost prevented me

Not a day went by that I didn’t think of Timothy. Everyday I talk to Timothy’s grave. All of a sudden, when I was talking to Timothy’s grave, I heard an airplane flying overhead someone distant. I ran to the fire and grabbed a stick that was lit. I followed the vines till I found the signal fire then I lit it at the base, so the fire would light everything else. I grabbed all the seagrape and hurled them into the fire. The last seagrape I threw I tripped on a stick and fell in the fire! It was so

I nervously played with the card of shame in my pocket. I only had two cartons of milk and one wheat bread, but I had been mindlessly wondering the store for the past 20 minutes. Every time I inched closer to the cashier, I would spot someone I knew, whether it was classmates, their parents or even kids in the private school across from us. Fate seemed hell-bent on humiliating me that day. Eventually, I realized there would be no end to the stream of people. I nervously clenched my teeth, put on

The lights shone brightly in my eyes as I padded down the cold, dark alley. I saw some children playing, their mother coming out to tell them to come back and to not be outside in the city at night. I quickly took a right as one of the children noticed me and stretched their arms out in the direction of me speaking some language I didn't understand. It didn't bother me, I had grown used to children trying to grab me. If they managed to touch me, I could just slice their hand open. I gracefully leaped

fate. ”ONE!” the ghost yelled. With that, the ember was extinguished; creating a puff of grey smoke. It was seemingly as if the flame was prognosticating my future. Silence, abnormal silence; shrouded the currently dilapidated restaurant from all corners. Abruptly, a woman in a worn-out, white gown was hanging from a noose. With a clap of thunder and lighting, the woman vanished; leaving only the noose behind. Out of the blue, the abhorrent woman came flying at me. It felt as if my soul was being

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The Charleston Theater. A feeling of nostalgia came over you when you saw the old-fashioned sign and popcorn machines, everything was still in perfect order. You had spent many nights here, weither it was with your friends or family or Ricky. You opened one of the glass door and the smell of buttery popcorn immediately hit your nose. "Now, where will I find that next page?" you wondered. The loud chatter made it very difficult for you to concentrate. You grabbed the note from your pocket and