Epilogue

“Everyone is having a great time at this marvelous party!”, Lady Macbeth said. “Yes, it is, but we have to be careful in case anyone tries to snoop around looking for any answers.”, Macbeth stated. “I am going to pour a cup of wine would you like one?”, Lady Macbeth asked. Macbeth nods. A guard approaches Macbeth in a hurry and says, “A huge thunderstorm is approaching my king! What shall we do with everyone is inside the castle?” “Put them on the first floor and board up all the windows.”…

Augustine still hurt, and shook up, about what she had just heard, continued to run as fast as she could outside across the fields. She knew exactly the direction she was going, there was a special place were she would always go to think, clear her mind, and just relax. It was about a quarter of a mile east of the planation, under a huge oak tree that stood in the middle of a wide open clearing. Augustine, would immediately spot the tree, run to it and as she hug it, she slid down to the tree…

One: The Great Divide Inside her tiny pale boxlike house with the iron gate and brown door Ester bolted up right her heart palpating quickly from last night's dream and not knowing for a moment where she was. Gradually as the haze lifted and her pulse slowed she rolled over propping herself up on an elbow, "Momma I saw giant red hot flames rising out of smokestacks and soaring in the sky." she yawned she wiped the sleep out her eyes and glanced at her fragile mother who was bent over placing…

The newborn sun bled red streaks across the sky. Chloe’s hair glowed like a halo as we marched out of our tipsy cabin with its decayed wood that smelled of raw earth. Despite the ungodly hour, our campsite was glittering with life. A fire was flickering, but there was no smell of meat in the air. I craned my neck and frowned at the sighted of the vegetables roasting. My small nose crinkled with apprehension. Hippies, my dad called these people, my mom used a euphemism: animal activists. My dad…

"What's going on!?" Nadia shout hoarsely when she gains consciousness in the cabin that was once hers and Lukes before the incident. Nadia soon realizes that no one is near. "I'm not alone... Luke! No No that isn't possible, Gabriel wouldn't have done this to me. I shouldn't be here" Nadia begins to feel her heart pacing, she soon begins to feel like her heart is being pulled out of her chest. "I.. I can't be alone... Gabriel!! Luke!!" Nadia screams one last time before she suddenly falls to…

The Light Thief Chapter One: Awake “Morning!” Dad says to Mom. “Morning,” Mom says to Dad. “Brrr, it’s cold down here.” Mom shivers. “I’ll turn on the fire,” Dad whispers. “Dad, Dad! It’s sooo cold upstairs!” Lilly whines. “Lilly, you woke me up,” Jack yawns. “Sorry, Jack.” “Hey, honey, come here.” “What is it?” Mom asks. “I can’t turn on the fire!” “Well, then turn on the heat,” Mom says. “But, Mom, I want the fire on, please, please, please!” Lilly cries. “I can’t, I’m sorry, honey,” says Dad…

“Oh my, it is much warmer in here than I was expecting,” Dorothy complained. “What am I going to do in this heat with all this fur?” the Cowardly Lion frantically asked. Dorothy and her three friends had finally reached the Emerald City after their very long journey. As soon as they walked into the Wizard’s castle, they were overwhelmed by the amount of heat that rushed toward them. They were all sweating as they walked down the long hallway looking for the Wizard of Oz. “My straw is getting…

Bruno’s family walked out on the spongy grass to the center of the churchyard. The women were wearing lacy black dresses and the men were wearing suits. As they approached the immense tree in front of them they saw the casket. Bruno was laying inside. “If only we had ran faster” said Elsa, Bruno's mother. They took their seats in the front row next to Elsas mother and father. The Pastor came to the front and had some kind words about Bruno. Gretel leaned on her mom and started to cry. At the…

For Booker, the walk up to the second-floor apartment took a thousand lifetimes. Making sure to stay a few steps behind, he watched in silence as Tom shuffled haltingly in his bare feet along the worn linoleum floors, a light cotton blanket held securely around his hunched shoulders, shielding his body from view. When they finally reached Tom's residence, Booker turned the key in the lock and pushed open the door. No light shone through the curtained windows, the week-long dereliction casting…

Thinking of his Sarah at home, warm and safe with Septimus and the boys, Silas decided that they would just have to make room for one more little one. He carefully tucked the baby into his blue Wizard cloak and held her close to him as he ran toward the Castle gate. He reached the drawbridge just as Gringe, the Gatekeeper, was about to go and yell for the Bridge Boy to start winding it up. "You're cutting it a bit fine," growled Gringe. "But you Wizards are weird. Waddyou all want to be out for…