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A short story of a ghostly memory.
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It sounded like she was just over in the next row. Holding Mathew's hand with a death grip, I pulled him around the corner, but no Charity in sight.
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“Trick or Treat” echoed from the front door, quickly followed by screams.
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It's almost a white out! I've seen a lot of rainy Halloweens, but never a blizzard. How bizarre! That's Halloween in Michigan.
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We watched the fire blaze up, our faces growing hot, making us back up a bit. The burning pile crackling and popping, while the chestnuts started givi..
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The golden acorn was so like the pendant grandma had given me years ago. Sending me messages again grandma?
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At least a dozen turkeys were parading out in the front yard, and what a ruckus they were making ...
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A book of simple, uncomplicated poetry.
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I peered curiously into the hollow in the old oak tree and saw piles of acorns. Suddenly, something hit my head, and I heard a tiny voice from above.
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An acrostic poem about me
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