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three English siblings abandoned finally find a home after 10 long years of staying in the Catholic orphanage. but this House Is Not What It seems. the two adoptive parents seem a bit odd. and the three siblings soon find out the truth of it all (FIRST BOOK)

this was a story i wrote for social studies, and i thought it was good so imma publish it on here

The place was sparkling clean, it was like a completely different place than where he found Nifella weeping over her friends mangled corpse. He bent over to get a closer look, but the closer he looked the more spotless the scene appeared, Crey was disappointed as he would be unable to find out anything. Just as he twirled around to leave, he faced the stone wall in the opposite direction, the was a reflection, a small shiny object which the suns beams bounced of creating a little spectre of white light. As wierd as this could sound but Crey was overjoyed, not by the fact that he would find Silvers killer, but by the fact that he did not fail in finding something his guards could not. He breathed a sigh of relief and turned around to pick up whatever it was, it was wedged between two of the stones on the floor. It was a ring, a golden ring. It was beautiful, crey was glad he had found something.

Felix is always running from the law. But will be able to escape his heart? Cover Image Credit - Jeremy Thomas on Unsplash https://unsplash.com/photos/4dpAqfTbvKA?utm_source=unsplash&utm_medium=referral&utm_content=creditCopyText

The Wiley family is a family living in suburban Florida during the great depression. While the Wiley's may seem normal to outsiders, a closer look into their personal life on their rural farm reveals that there is something a little unusual about them.

this story begins in the 1970s,( I don't know much about this time period so leave some comments about the time period ).hello my name is Mademoiselle Mimzy,I'm an orphan,of course I will be on the streets because the orphanage had to many kids and if we didn't get adopted we had to move to the streets. As I began to walk, a piece of old crumbled looking paper that had water marks on it and it was yellow.

A different ending to the Edgar Allen Poe story.

BASED ON DREAM THINGY THAT I THOUGHT WAS COOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Four wealthy kids arrive at a mansion where they will be living with each other without parental guidance.

She just wants to be friends, he wants more but he leaves it up to her to decide! This is a short novel about a girl and a boy who start off as friends (Kind of) in the end, their relationship is...

A man named Max Leaftree has a child, but doesn't know who he is. His son travels all of Europe to find something, while risking everything.

Andrew recalls the time he met the love of his life. He reminisces over past events.

❝An average eighteen-year-old boy by the name Jax leaves home to make more money for his mother and younger sister. His new occupation? An assassin. His first kill will change everything.❞ WARNING: This story does contain some more mature themes such as language, abuse, and some suicidal thoughts in characters. I don't suggest to read if this disturbs you. When I finish the book, I shall make a more clean version.

I had sailed for a month now and was approaching the Strait to enter the Mediterranean Sea. My crew had spotted another frigate heading straight towards us, we thought nothing of it at the time. But by the time we noticed what it was doing, it was too late, they were right next to us and they fired. 12 of my sailors had already died, swallowed by the flames of a cannon ball. We quickly turned to port, and fired back, readying ourselves for an all out battle of the seas. We turned to starboard as the ship flanked us. We pulled up our sail so we wouldn't get caught by the wind. They sailed right past us. We quickly hoisted down the sails to move out. They were right on our starboard bow, so we quickly turned to port to throw our flaming barrels at them to try and stop them from following us. It worked and the boat went straight into them and they exploded the bow off of the ship. We were free, or so we thought. We continued towards the strait ready for another attack. We awoke and the ships were closer than I had anticipated. I woke everyone up with the sound of the attack bell. We quickly ate as the opposing ships closed in. My remaining 30 crew members, 3 of which died from scurvy and I. We grabbed our swords and readied ourselves for an attack from both sides. We readied cannons and our heavy mortars, we wouldn't die without putting up a fight. We waited to see if they would attack or if they were both just trading ships but we stood on high alert waiting to see who would attack first. Foe, or friend, fate would decide whether we would win or lose. Image credit: https://www.usni.org/magazines/proceedings/1905/july/administration-continental-navy-american-revolution