My grandma used to tell me this story about how she owned an antique shop in Europe during second World War.
Everyone stared as I set up my camera gear around the park, as well they had never seen a girl my size at a skate park. “Uh, what are you doing?” One of the kids came over and asked.
His life is full of rash decisions. One after another, he made his decisions in a snap of a finger including this one.
Somewhere in New York, 1920’s In a hidden alley behind the Pearl Dinner, she waited in a trench coat over her long black dress.
She was desperate to get off the island, the island which she had built entirely using the magic on the island.
That afternoon changed my life forever. I had arrived to pick my son up from school when I noticed the long line outside the school.
Note: 100% Fiction!
In leather jacket, tight pants, and knee-high boots, she strode into the abandoned warehouse.
“Where are you going?!” Cory shouted as he followed Jacob through the woods.
“Is he going according to plan?” A voice sounded in his ear.
“Ooh, wow,” John leaped a step back to reel in a fish. “It’s a big one.” He said
“You know, I grew up on a ranch.” She said smiling and nibbled on her sandwich.
She’d been asking around, showing a piece of paper with his address to passerby.
Teri could hear the twigs snapping beneath the soles of her shoes as she ran through the woods.
“Are you serious?” Cody hissed, dropping the paper bag full of food on the dusty table. “You cannot hide here.”
There is once an old cabin in the wood.