Trapdoor

It was a Saturday morning and Lewis was unpacking his stuff into his new room. The Jungleport family had just moved into to an 298 year old house and everyone was trying to get used to the old smell, old wallpaper, and the old leftover things in the house. Abby was cleaning up her room because it was full of dust. James was scraping his walls because of the old wallpaper in his room. The parents were making sure the house was staying together. When Lewis was done, he decided to explore this 298

to open this undiscovered world, so I did it. Keep quiet, I whispered angrily to myself as I tiptoed into the classroom, just as the sun was setting, it was now or never and all I had to do is open the trapdoor and peek inside, easy right? Let’s say that it wasn’t as easy as I believed, the trapdoor was sealed shut and the opening process caused a racket that caused me to almost abort my mission. My heart was pounding as the door made a squeak and I realized I had opened it. Now or never, now or never

It all began with a simple phone call one night after dinner, “Joe,” my father hollered up the stairs, “it’s for you. It’s Jackie, and she sounds upset.” As I came downstairs to pick up the phone, I was not happy. I was tired and had looked forward to a nice quiet evening at home, not another stupid adventure with Jackie. Thirty minutes later, however, Jackie’s silver Mustang convertible swung into our driveway, and Jackie was leaning on the horn before the car came to a full stop. Grabbing my

Twist pointed to a trap door in the floor that we hadn’t seen before. Seth’s eyes got wide. “Where did that come from?” “It was here the entire time. We just didn’t see it before because it was covered with a rug and dust.” Twist yanked the cord. The trapdoor swung up, and a wooden ladder clattered into place behind one of the walls. “Come on.” The steps trembled as we climbed down. Seth reached the bottom and moved his flashlight around, a dim and shaky beam of yellow light against the darkened shaft

Falling Down By: Logan Hilliard, Garrett Walker, Keren Torres Once upon a time, in a land far away a french fry named Garrett was taking a stroll. He was going to meet up with his mishandled chicken tender named Keren.You see that’s when everything went downhill. I was headed to Kerens chicken tender box otherwise known as her house. I 'm a chicken nugget that can get chickened out sometimes. My friend Garrett the french fry was over too. You see, all this sudden we are falling out of the

Minimizing the Effects of Competition Caused Crisis from the perspective of the Adaptive Cycle: The case study of Strategic Postures in Organizations Martin Altmann, Shahnaz Ashrafia, Sebastian Hoffmann, Kemal Sütçü and Simon Widler Abstract. Organizations are likely to encounter crisis in any forms at a certain point of time. This paper focuses on competition crisis and intends to study how the application of different strategic postures could influence the impact of the crisis. A collection of

Love tends to be the topic of many poetic literary works, whether it be the joys that come with it or the pains suffered because of it, but what can be made of the love that results in both? In the poem, “For He Looked Not upon Her,” George Gascoigne already makes that message clear through his title: sometimes, there is reason not to desire what we can not help but long for. When his audience reads the work, they are meant to discover that reason behind why “He” would not look upon “Her”. Through

I was walking through the densely populated streets of Rio with Bobby and I feel the moist skin of the people walking by. Rio de Janeiro, Brazil was a very polluted area which causes the place to smell and be very hazy. The streets smelled bad like rotting bodies, although it smelled bad everyday I was one of the effects of the place being so contaminated. The sun was beating down at Bobby and I as we where was walking towards my favorite shop that sold the best ice cream on the planet. It was quite

Tempest Volcano I was running down a narrow strip of land with lava all around me with a demon dog chasing behind my back. I unsheathed my sword and shouted, “φωτιά!” My sword erupted in blue flame, startling the gargantuan dog. In those few seconds I turned around pounced on the creature and slashed at it’s eyes. The sword hit the creature right in the eye. It kicked me off, pounced on me, picked me up with its massive claws, and threw me hundreds of feet into the air. It suddenly exploded into

The Temple Do you like scary stories, well you are in luck. This horror story is about a girl named Rose (the narrator) and her family. Her mom’s name is Kathleen, her dads name is Steve, and her brother’s name is Alex. One day they were on a family vacation and they find a temple out in the woods. Now Rose has special skill of knowledge and fighting skills and Rose said to her family “I don’t think we should go inside. I read about this temple and we could get caught in a booby trap and possibly