Werewolf

sick. She said I was organized. She gave me an acceptance and I was pretty excited. When thinking about Heather, I will remember her Halloween costumes. They were definitely my favourite. One year she was EQAO, the next she was a realistic looking werewolf, and most recently, when she was pregnant, she had baby arms stick out of her stomach holding a trick or treat bag. So nurturing! Last, but certainly not least we have Deb. I have taken all except one Deb courses offered for me, so I feel…

Peter Pettigrew knew he had done the right thing, the sacrifice he had made more than enough to warrant his own feeling of pride. Unfortunately, he knew not everyone—including those who counted the most—would be able to see it that way. Tiny clouds of dust rose as Peter scampered along, determined to not let his aching muscles slow him down. It was hard to gain any sort of fast pace with the space where his toe should have been constantly throbbing. Still, he pushed on, blades of grass…

I have seen many strange countries in my travels, but never one so strange as this. Waking up with a pounding headache and messy thick black hair, and seeing women on broom sticks riding through the air was one of those strange things. Of course, I got up and questioned this, and I looked up at the women, who seemed to look like witches, but they were not ugly or horrible to look at, but instead they are beautiful young women with no mole or green splotch to be seen. Some had lovely long hair…

The personal lives of many authors can be expressed in their work. Most famously known as the creator of the character Sherlock Holmes, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle was a prime example of how authors can draw from past experiences to inspire their writing. The topics and characters seen in the historical and fictional writings of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle reflect his familial background, his career in the medical field, and his struggle with religion. Sir Arthur Conan Doyle was born into a dysfunctional…

Clutching the brown paper bag in her right arm, Sarah Prescott settled her purse securely on her shoulder, switched the bag to that arm, and dug into her coat pocket for her keys. A gust of wind slammed into her from behind, shoving her forward a step and slipping under her coat, and even her sweater, to send a chill up her spine. She hated fall. She hated winter more, but she really hated the fall because that meant winter was just around the corner. Where the hell were her keys? She pulled…

Wordless Picture Book A Ball for Daisy by Schwartz & Wade. They say a picture is worth a thousand words, for wordless books anyone who picks them suddenly becomes an author in my opinion because you have to create a story with your Imaginations as you see the pictures from the book. My point of view of the story goes a little something with Daisy, who is in love with playing and chewing on her red ball. She rolls over on her back and holds the ball on her stomach. After Daisy takes her nap the…