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The bell chimes and signals the end of the class period. Students rush and dash for the door carrying bags, backpacks, binders, and books. Filling the once quiet halls with an uproar of commotion. I start to make my way through the crowded hall, dodging passerbys and avoiding possible collisions. Walking down the long hallway heading for the doors out of the building. Outside the sun greets everyone, ensuring a wonderful summer vacation. I walk away, go towards the front of the school theater, sit, and wait for my father to pick my brother and I up from school. Today marks the day I finish my junior year of high school, and more importantly my summer vacation with my family. Sean approaches me, sets his backpack down next to mine, and says, "Hi Aislin
The Spider Prince
The Spider Prince By: PurpleHeart
The trees looming in darkness almost appear to be in a shadowy void. Fog is rolling in so densely that it drips off the leaves. Cicadas latch themselves tightly on to the wet bark covered in condensation. The eerie howls of the wind moves through this transformed sylvan landscape. The animals do not make a sound, nor do fish ripple the surface of their watery homes, nor do birds rustle the leaves. The frogs do not croak, the owls do not hoot, and even the snakes do not hiss. Ghosspirit Forest has not witnessed such a struggle in countless ages. The only creatures that dare creep are the spiders and the bats. The conflict between the two has escalated and their tension is building by each passing day. The spid
Little Miss It“Do you enjoy her company?”
That, Avadaci concluded, had been the extent of his grandfather’s kindness. Thank the stars he had broken his neck after a failed attempt to ascend the castle staircase. Not that many were privy to this information. The official listing on the cause of death involved something along the lines of falling in battle after slaying at least a dozen demons, although this was treated with quite a bit of skepticism by the general populace. Yet, interestingly enough, a decent portion of the locals believed a tale about the cannibals of Unkhtom devouring him whole.
Not that Avadaci really cared how his grandfather had died. He was just glad he was dead. And if he was glad his grandfather had died, Avadaci wondered, why did he have to attend his funeral? In fact, the whole kingdom was glad his grandfather had died. Why did they have to attend the funeral?
“Oh Avad,” proclaimed his mother, “obv
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