Mrs.Roseberry
There was a thing Mrs.Roseberry was looking for.
She did not know what, but it kept nagging at her. Like she forgot something that was important. And whenever she tried to reach for that thing, it would slip out of her hands and into the cloudy fog that was covering it.
The problem was that she had perfect memory and could remember everything word by word what happened days and days before.
But nonetheless, she would find that thing in her brain and soon figure out what it was. But right now she really needed to finish cooking this pot of stew.
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The Last Week
Teen FictionI nod and swim as fast as I can. But with the tiny waves and current going against me, it's very hard. When we are almost there, I feel something brush against my leg. I stop abruptly and look down. There at least ten feet under me is a dark shape s...
