Though‚ Castiel had never seen the man reading a book‚ it was odd to say the least; coming to a place made for books but not read a book. Castiel didn’t think much about the issue‚ he was usually daydreaming about how it would feel to touch that honey like hair or how it would be the man’s reaction if he ever caught him staring. Castiel presumed that the man only accompanied someone to the library and was always waiting for them to comeback‚ and Castiel never stuck around to see who it may be. Perhaps
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Detective Warren Gallagher arrived at the Santa Monica pier a little after eight that morning. He was feeling rather lively because last night his girlfriend Amanda had agreed to become his fiancé‚ and because the barista at Cultivar Coffee Bar had given him an extra shot of espresso on the house. It’s wasn’t every day that he got to report to his job as a crime scene detective looking forward to the day that lay ahead of him. As he stepped out of his Subaru and began to walk up the boardwalk his
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plans.” In the short story A Worn Path by Eudora Welty‚ the main character Phoenix carried out the meaning of these two words throughout the whole story. She had experienced many road blocks during her journey‚ but she did not let them stop her from reaching the goal she had at the time. In the story‚ Phoenix is a very old woman who needed to go to town to get medicine for her sick grandson. She overcame obstacles that were both physical and mental throughout the course of the story. Her courage
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Hanging by a thread “Alexa Mackenzie…the name known to all in our neighborhood. You galvanize our denizens that induce a jealousy in my heart‚ you bees knees! “Good Bellings finally assented after denying the same point for weeks in utter envy. I placed the teacup after drinking the rest of it. “I have been singing your praises and there you are decoding an antiquated Latin text!” She hollered. “Bell‚ you comprehend the fact that I detest being showered with praises‚ don’t you?” I threw a rhetorical
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The Skypath myth was told to everyone around the town‚ Lynx would alway be the narrator of the Skypath myth‚ narrating and describing the story like she had seen everything‚ felt everything‚ heard everything as if… she has been there. Were the stories all true? Did the path truly lead where she had been told? If it did‚ this was only just the beginning of her journey… Lynx remembers the day when her Uncle first told her a story about a Skypath; Flashback “Uncle‚ Uncle! Tell me a story before I go
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As I walked my fingers across the brown flimsy opening of the cardboard box my other hand reached for my tattered old teddy‚ I’d had him ever since I can remember – he was a gift from my aunt Elizabeth. While my hands were holding the bear a tidal wave of memories came rushing back into my mind of the moments that him and I shared‚ alas they are now just memories. I don’t recall why but ive always known my tattered teddy as peter‚ I guess I just thought he looked like a peter. His fur used to be
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Bottled up Inside Word Count: 343 Footsteps ran up the stairs‚ followed by a slamming door. Wendy followed behind trying to calm her daughter down until she was standing face-to-face with the closed door. “Stevie‚ let me in now. I want to help. Please just let me know what’s going on‚ I can’t help unless you talk to me.” Wendy pleaded behind the door “Leave me alone Mum‚ I don’t want to talk about it‚ I just want to be on my own.” Sobbed Stevie in reply “Darling please let me in…. I have
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When I was a senior in high school‚ all seniors were to do a senior project. That consisted of choosing a topic and doing volunteer work that has to do with your topic. So I chose The American Red Cross. I was going to be going to a blood drive for my volunteer work. I was a very nervous person and pretty shy. I had to drive 45 minutes to the Red Cross center. Once I got there‚ the lady brought me to my station and showed me what I would be doing throughout the day. I was told to cross the donors
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As Jim and Bob came running down the boulevard‚ they saw an elderly women struggling with carrying her groceries into her house. She had been hard of hearing‚ so Jim had to repeat himself about three times until she understood what they were saying. She mumbled‚ “Thank you so very much for extending an olive branch to a helpless women like me.” The old woman wound up giving them a little tip for helping her without her asking. Since they are young‚ and have never seen her before they did not respond
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The poor Minor Canon would rather have had his hand cut off than go out to meet an angry griffin; but he felt that it was his duty to go‚ for it would be a woeful thing if injury should come to the people of the town because he was not brave enough to obey the summons of the Griffin. So‚ pale and frightened‚ he started off. 1.Gather a large number of fractured fairy tales for students to explore. Use books from your own collection along with those from the school and/or public library. Keep these
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