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he is and the building. The men was most intrigued about the Landlady. He felt another another daily stinging in his neck. He woke up again in a dark and musky room. He noticed a wooden oily smell, and then all the stuffed objects around him. It was almost as if he had a brief sight of the future. As he walked out of the room the stuffed people and animals stared him down. He saw the landlady and she asked him if that was his first

By the time his alarm clock chimes for the first time that morning, Ulric is already prepared to reach over and press the off button; he’s been up for hours, undoubtedly due to the sound of water, clinking, and mumbled curses coming from the kitchen downstairs. It’d started quietly enough – like a proper guest trying to stay quiet for the sake of their host – but now Benard seems to have no qualms about being as annoying as physically and emotionally possible this morning. Thank god Oakley hadn’t

cobblestone, lined neatly forming the long hallway to the feeding room. The building, Mrs. Reed’s residence was an old castle created from stone and iron. The hallway was dark only being illuminated by infrequent sconces sitting on the walls two inches below the ceiling. There were no windows as the residents of the castle, being stalkers of the night, had an incredible aversion towards the beating rays of the sun. Before me was the feeding-room door, where the creatures that lived in the castle fed upon

MIKE EMERGED FROM THE BEDROOM wearing the khaki pants and shirt she laid out on top of the toilet for him. He rubbed the towel over his head vigorously. “Do I want to know who these clothes belong to?” Focused on dinner prep she said, “They belong to me. I go under cover as a man on occasion.” He shook his head. She dropped vermicelli in a tall pot of boiling water. The Sig clipped to the back of her jeans again. He reached across her to pick up an empty jar and inspected it dubiously. “Uh –

Waking late the next morning, Charlie rolled over with a groan, feeling like she had been beat to within an inch of her life. Her palms were throbbing and her throat was dry and raw. Pushing the quilts down with her feet, Charlie scooted to the edge of the bed, drinking the glass of water that had been left there. Not bothering with her robe, Charlie pushed to her feet, padding across the floor towards the door that had been left slightly ajar. She found Miles in the kitchen putting away clean

Kids bedroom is unique and you need more than expensive furnishings sets with the intention to create the best spot for the children. Designing kids bedroom will take extra effort in finding the right ornament, it take your whole creative ideas to make it special and completely different. In case you or your kids is the most important fan of superman, then one of the crucial greatest designing ideas would be to provide a Superman wall mural for his or her area. A majority of these murals tend to

Summer Eddins My room Between touching the walls my dad painted, putting my hand on the trim or not having my room clean it’s always an issue in my house. My dad built our house so everything was done to his liking. And by everything, I mean everything. It’s either the color of paint he decided on or the shape of the crown molding in the bathroom. It all was decided by him. My dad built our house before I was born, every room upstairs had carpet in it, then I came along. I was allergic to carpet

If I were to work for a nonprofit, I would choose Room to Read, an organization that aims towards improving literacy and gender equality in third world countries. The founder, John Wood, launched Room to Read in order to target the fact that many young girls are denied educational opportunities in the developing world. The lack of teachers, educational resources, and books have prevented them from acquiring necessary literacy skills. The organization partners with local governments to provide assistance

MY FAVOURITE CHILDHOOD ROOM Our house was over 100 years old, with long narrow windows and a black lacquered front door, made of solid oak. When my dad stripped the lacquer off the door, it still showed the cut marks made by charcoal or a pencil that served as a guide for the original door maker. Our house was a medium brown colored two-story stucco dwelling, nestled between old elm and pine trees that sat atop a hill. In the winter if you stood at the very edge of the street, on your tipee toes

Hardwood floors? Check. Wok kitchen? Check. Landscaping? Check. Bathroom counters, high-end appliances, media room? Check, check, check. Wine cellar? Oh. “We’re not serious wine collectors, but it’s something we’ve always wanted,” says Merle Jarvis, opening a heavy door to a new glass-encased, 400-bottle cellar, which was carved out of a small room in her home that was formerly used for storing hockey gear. “We look at a lot of houses for sale,” she adds, referring to her husband, Kevin. “Most