“Ms. porcellum , erit pars nostra , sicut et nos occisionem qui contra vos adversus incedam , O exaltavi.” The two girls chanted, kneeling before a shrine, a cement wall covered in old, yellowed newspaper clippings with lit candles sitting in front of the wall casting eerie shadows on the cold, lifeless concrete floor. One might think they saw shadows dancing along the wall, beckoning you to their world, their realm of shadows, of death.
“Are we still taking her to the woods?” asked Mary, a 13-year-old girl with shoulder length blonde hair straight as a ruler, stormy greenish-gray eyes, a thin nose, and freckles that dotted her nose and pasty cheeks.
“Yes, we’ll leave at sunset,” said Grace, a 13-year-old girl with teakwood brown hair, hazel eyes, an oblong face, and rosy cheeks.
“Grace! Mary!” yelled Lana, Grace’s
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The other girls called her “Ms. Piggy”. One day, her bullies planned a cruel prank on her. They hired a creepy old man to tie her upside down like a pig at the slaughterhouse and threaten her with a butcher knife. The man did as he was told except something went horribly wrong. While he had the butcher knife up to her throat, he slipped on a loose floorboard and accidentally slit her throat, spilling blood all over the floor. The funny thing is, the old man was never seen again. Some say he ran away so he wouldn’t get caught, some say he killed himself, and others say that Ms. Piggy came back to life and killed him. Legend has it that Ms. Piggy’s spirit still lingers here in town and torments those who bully.” By this time Lana was clutching onto Grace’s leg, shaking. “Don’t worry Lana, it’s just a story,” said Mary, looking down at her with a fake sympathetic look. She then looked at Grace and they both smirked and nodded
When George went to offer Hazel some of his reviving beverage, there was a hard pounding clamor which seemed like a thump on the entryway. The more hesitant they became, the louder and more restless the sound got to be. At first, George thought it was another of those sounds, yet he didn't generally observe an effect.
“It is not our differences that divide us. It is our inability to recognize, accept, and celebrate those differences,”- Unknown. William Kent Krueger uses this theme in his book Ordinary Grace. Acceptance is seen in Ordinary Grace more times than it is not. Ordinary Grace is a tremendous book with many ups downs and surprises.
“William! Get back here! You know that’s Melinda’s land!” Carefree young William raced through the field, closing in on Melinda´s apple orchard. Melinda was the evil fairy who owned 25 acres just outside the town. On her land was an orchard. In this orchard grew the finest apples in all of England. These large, sweet apples were desired by any who laid eyes on them. The only problem was Melinda… She cursed anyone who dared step foot on her land, especially her cherished apple orchard.
Today is the fourth day me and Little Ann have been sitting here waiting to hunt. Billy is just walking around the camp looking at other dogs and talking to the hunters. He starts making his way back to Little Ann and I. In the buggy Billy digs us each out a weenie and feeds it to us. I swallow mine whole and look at him and ask for more. I don't really think he understood me because he just walked away smiling.
Sarah-Alice was in the football field as she smiled happy to be back at Long Beach High after a long summer knowing how that right now this is a new year to start. She then saw the cheerleaders for the first time only to then say,"Alright I need you girls to start doing five laps and then some stretches so we can practice some routines before our Football team comes." She then saw her team start to do her laps while she took her coat only to then show her workout outfit since it was now eighty degrees out. Sarah-Alice then smiled as she ran with her team only to do some stretches until the girls were staring at the team. She then had her eyes caught on one certain god in human form. She knew on the back of his shirt said Winchester so she knew
My dear husband, I understand that you would do anything to get me out of jail; but it is not necessary. As you know, I am with child and they will postpone my death a year. They tell me of how you have fought to try to save me. You do all of this at your own expense. We both wish that things weren’t this way; but you don’t need to suffer with me. If you continue to defy the court they will have no mercy on you. What would happen to our children? They would be orphaned; I refuse to do that to them. You have to forget about helping me and focus on our boys.
Grace tied a piece of twine into a bow around the daisies and balanced the bouquet carefully, so the flowers would hide the death date on the gravestone. She had purposely left the dash between the life and death dates visible. She wanted to see the tiny etching in which her aunt’s life was supposed to have taken place, not that any one person’s life could be fit into a dash. However, in the whole scheme of things, maybe their lives were just a bunch of dashes.
The blood freezes in her vains. Her whole body freezes in shock as she could feel the barrel of a pistol against the back of her head. Hearing at the same time that significant sing-song voice. She holds her breath, it feels like her heart stops beating. The disbelieve and shock in her mistress´ eyes and the fear on the face of her son are making it even worse.
It wasn’t enough that at sixteen, Ava’s life had become as gray and bleak and lifeless as a winter tree. But, the day she was bitten by a fox, she knew things could only get worse.
She kept on thinking. I wonder how things will turn out? She felt nervous and anxious for school today, like she did everyday.
Once again, Tess is lying in bed being a spoilt brat! Acting like what she is going through is the worst thing in the world, it’s like I don’t even exist anymore, what happened to Fin was just ‘life’, and Daniel has no blame in it. Brendan, Mum and especially Joe think that because Tess and I are sisters, I should be the one to say something, to help her … but what am I supposed to say, that everything is ok, that nobody blames her or Daniel, what happened that night was just a terrible freak ‘accident’. It’s all rubbish, I hate Daniel! My own nephew, for what he did, and of course I blame him, he took my son away from me. As for Tess, she should have done something before his anger problems hurt innocent people. Maybe if she had Fin wouldn’t
*Kaho opened her eyes, slowly tilting her head from side to side to get a look around the room. Her blurry vision provided no insight however, as the mass of white colors clouded together in an unrecognizable lump. The lighting was extremely harsh, and in order to better adjust her vision she squinted in the direction of the loud noises. After a moment, everything came into focus and she was able to recognize it as a TV screen with what appeared to be the symbol of Hope's Peak Academy displayed on it.
“Maggie. Maggie! Wake up!” I shook my sister gently on the shoulder. “There’s something I need you to do! Are you awake? Maggie...Maggie! Please wake up!” All efforts at rousing my older sister were in vain, for she stubbornly kept her eyes closed. Maggie has always been stubborn as a mule. She always stayed in her own sweltering hot room instead of sharing my own air conditioned room, even in the summer. One of her many charms I suppose. It was early in the morning, just past midnight. The sky was still dark even with the moon’s light. Directly under her bed, thick comforters lay abandoned on the floor along with several empty water bottles. My sister snoozes peacefully in the midst of this mess,
My skin was scrubbed raw. Madame bathed, washed me and then scrubbed me over and over again. Every time she would dump the bucket of water over me, and the soap would recede she would frown, and grab the loofah and resume attacking the grime and dirt that latched to my skin. She kept scrubbing and scrubbing until finally she realized that the dirt wouldn't come out with mere water and her undying resolve
"Mrs. Henshaw, no matter what you may have read, Chris and I are dating, nothing more," Mary Alice said.