Cheryl: One thousand, two hundred and twenty three. One thousand, two hundred and seventy three bucks. Not a bad day’s work for Shazza and I considering it was only…
Dedicated to Ethan and Sydney Painter and my other eight grandchildren Thanks to Kelly and Steven for their help. Illustrations by Lucas Franco Email : lucasamaralf@gmail.com My mommy is having a baby By Kay Holden Today is a very special day my dad told me my mom is going to have a baby. “Where she going to get it I asked?”…
Final Words “What would you do if you were me?” Drew asked his best friend in the world. “I honestly don’t know,” Ken replied. “I can’t believe Lea did this to you,” he added with sadness in his voice. They were sitting in Drew’s soft yellow kitchen, akin to each other, looking at the letter Lea had written.…
Betsy Ross my friend and neighbor was telling me all about the marvelous man whom she apprenticed for his name was ,William Webster, Betsy was a great sewer and credits William with everything she knows. After the delightful tea we both walked home to our homes which were next to each other, we both lived in the type of houses which looked like you were royalty but on the inside you had nothing, all I had was myself and my children, all Betsy had was John and a thread and needle. We lived in Philadelphia, at the time it was noon on August 25th, 1775 it was strangely cool for the end of August. Betsy went home to see John Ross, her husband, and I went home for my children. John can never come to tea because Betsy is a quaker and John is not, they eloped by a river on a summer day 3 years ago, and also…
So... yeah... Natalie's a demigod. Not only is she a demigod, but she's a daughter of Zeus. I couldn't help but wonder how she survived for so long without getting...…
To my dearest grandchild, If you recall, last time I visited I had a story to tell. Ah, if only it was not required of me to end my visit so quickly. I pray this written version of my story will do justice. The Night My Life Flashed Before My Eyes.…
Of course not. I don’t wish to be referred to as your mistress…far from it…I want to be your new wife, when the old one no longer fulfils her role. Besides, it’s not me, you should ask for the reasons to Edward’s suicide, but instead Deborah. She knows more than she’s letting on.…
For as long as Carol could remember her father had hardly ever been around. He would come back once every two weeks usually drunk. Her siblings along with her dreaded his arrival. One day, while out collecting, chicken eggs, she heard a car pull up. Peeking out the door, to her surprise, it was her father.…
My dearest wife Tell me how are you doing? There are no words to describe how I'm missing you and the kids. Is (ill son name) doing alright, is he better than before? I know it has been hard but I know you will take care of them, now that I'm not there to help you, but when I get my first pay I will quickly send it to you so you can spend it on medicine and stuff you need.…
Alice wrote furiously across her sheet, steam practically blew off where her pencil made contact with her paper. She had so much to say, yet so little time and space. As Alice set down her pencil, showing an air of being done, she looked around the classroom. Other students looked confused, as if the advanced algebraic equations were hard.…
The rays of sun were inescapable lights beams of fire that burned Sebastian’s eyes until they opened. He blinked the sleep away, turned over to look at his beautiful wife, and got up to make breakfast. The carpet was warm beneath his feet until he opened the creaking door and got to the cold, wooden floors. As he arrived in the kitchen, the butler looked up from his toast. ‘Good Morning, sir’ ‘Good morning, Arthur’ ‘Do you want me to make you a delicious Sunday morning breakfast?’…
Frankenstein - I am the cousin of the unhappy child who was murdered, or rather his sister, for I was educated by, and have lived with his parents ever since and even long before his birth. It may, therefore, be judged indecent in me to come forward on this occasion. But when I see a fellow-creature about to perish through the cowardice of her pretended friends, I wish to be allowed to speak, that I may say what I know of her character. I am well acquainted with the accused. I have lived in the same house with her, at one time for five and at another for nearly two years. During all that period she appeared to me the most amiable and benevolent of human creatures. She nursed Madame Frankenstein, my aunt, in her last illness, with the greatest affection and care. And afterward attended her own mother during a tedious illness, in a manner that excited the admiration of all who knew her, after which she again lived in my uncle's house, where she was beloved by all the family. She was warmly attached to the child who is now dead,…
After all, she’ll spend the rest of her life in the same bed with him, it’s only fair that she gets to at least be close to him while he sleeps until then. So, now that you understand how wonderful a girl Alice is, you can appreciate just how awful the following events were for the poor girl. The story starts in the male…
It wasn't always like this, you know? This isolation had not yet taken over my life until I was faced with the aftermath. She's gone. And I'm still here. The past two months I've been surviving, not living.…
As I told my sister, Louise Mallard, about her husband, Brently Mallard’s, death from a railroad where he works, she went to her room and shut the door. As I started thinking about how he wasn’t really dead, the more idea’s came to me. I was going to run away with him, marry him, and have his kids. As my sister comes out of the bedroom, I help her down the stairs, and as we start heading down, Brently opened the door. In shock, I pushed Louise down the stairs. As she fell down the stairs, she hit the last step head first, cracked her head open, and died. As we figured out she was dead, I jumped up in joy, because now Brently is a free man and we can be together. As I start telling him about my idea’s, he runs upstairs, packs some things, and…