Jacob's Room

With the pages of his manuscript in hand, I visit Graydon. As he leads me into the kitchen, his body gives off a coconut scent. Not a hint of alcohol. And he’s dressed in khaki shorts and a navy tee shirt with flip flops. A sign he’s been up for a while. “Coffee?” “Yes, thanks.” He takes two colored mugs from the glass cabinet and fills them with coffee. I glance around the ultra-modern kitchen that’s bright with pale walls, hanging copper pots and a sliding door the length of the patio. “The

Indrid again tracked all the way back to the beginning. “Now,” he said, “a room within a room, within a room.” He opened the first door and walked in to a smaller room. Then he opened the next door and walked through. Next, Indrid counted the points on the antlers of the deer. There were only thirty. He climbed up one floor and counted again, thirty-one. So he walked up five more floors to the level that would have the thirty-six-pointed deer. The hall led to a closed door with a stone pedestal

“Here we are,” begins Ir’a, leading his archaeological group into a large room that appears to be a library, the stone walls filled with well-preserved scrolls bound together by hemp ropes with various symbols between the shelves and behind the scrolls. More floors were above and below, the center of all of them empty so that the floors below can be seen, stairs going between the floors on the side opposite where the group entered in from. “Now let’s see if these scrolls say anything,” begins Ir’a

Looking back now on the memories of that boy, there wasn’t one thing that didn’t stand out about him. He had bright green eyes, pale skin, dark brown hair and a name consisting of two first names: Tom Anthony. He ran around school with “the wrong crowd” and in eighth grade apparently that meant a group of guys who were jocky enough to take you down in a fight, but not as clean cut as the traditional idea of a jock, usually wearing overly baggy plain t-shirts accentuated by an underneath tee of a

we move from a safe neighborhood to this shit town?” Rolling myself over on my hands and knees off my makeshift bed I carefully listen to my surroundings -- nothing. A sigh of relief comes out of me as I force my eyes to adjust to the darkness in my room focusing on my bedroom window trying to remember if I locked it. My first night living in a new neighborhood was going fantastic! I have never been so scared in my life. My family and I had lived in trailer homes before, but not one with this type

The Eshelman Building was built in 1872 in Clarence New York. It is currently located in its same position as 150 years ago where what is currently called the four corners. The builders of this piece of history are John and Jacob Eshelman and after that point their nephew, Andrew Eshelman took over. The building is 3 stories and each one had its own purpose. The first floor was the store and they sold clothing to hardware. The second floor was a 3,000 square floor apartment, or bed and breakfast

I was still kind of upset about waking up considering that I had just got comfortable closing my eyes since the dream I had earlier.”Breakfast is being in the assembly room and the lunch room. Would you like to eat in your room, 220A, or would you like to eat with your fellow colleagues?” he says. “I would like to eat in my room today.” I say not feeling like dealing with anyone except Noah. “What would you like to eat today Ms.Venus Wilder?” “Hmm, I’ll just take a bowl of Captain Crunch, an apple

wasn’t. I then whipped out my phone and searched every possible thing it might be and found nothing. “A tarrack” I said that’s what I shall call it. I picked it up and put it in my pocket and continued to walk Bitsy. As soon as I got home I raced to my room and examined the peculiar thing I had found. I experimented and used all my senses and finally found

neck. Zues jumped for joy. Santa ate some cookies and said his goodbyes. Santa flew up the chimney and got in his sleigh. When Santa left, Zues turned around and looked at Waffle. Waffle was laying peacefully on the carpet of the living room. Zues carried Waffle up the stairs and tucked her in her crib with a blanket. Zues laid by the crib and drifted off to dreamland. He was dreaming about candy canes and the whole day, but, mostly candy canes. The thing he mostly dreamt about

been a crazy night of ice cream cake, break-dancing, and zombie apocalypses. I wanted nothing more but my bed to sleep in. My adventure had ended, or so I thought... I returned, only to find Raphael, a Sneasel, and a ghost cat all hanging out in my room! My mound of work and responsibilities that I previously knew as my desk had transfigured. A spotlight lamp illuminated its black wooden surface that I had so long forgotten. It was a shrine, and I was the god. I knew immediately that my sneaky, lovable