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What let school girl,ali,in and what will she find in her journey into the abandoned house on philophers lane ??? this book is about a girl who discovers the house of the killer who killed the queen.

“Girl with Camera: A Ghost Story“ is the new graphic novel by author and artist Joy Rip. It is the haunting, disturbing story about the last one hundred pictures found on the camera of a missing girl - a girl with great ambitions of becoming a world recognized photographer and photojournalist. “Girl with Camera” is an experimental ghost story. This ghost story creates a more lasting haunting experience for the reader by using the graphic novel to examine the ghostly fragmentary nature of all

As we age, we forget things. We have a little less patience, a little less time...but maybe a little more understanding. So what to do when "Stuff Happens" proves itself incapable of taking a holiday? Flash Fiction Contest Entry 1,000 Word Count

A Drow Elf hates the way that his race his evil so he and his brother try escaping to the surface to live with the good folk. All the while, they encounter obstacles, from mercenary drow elves, to horrified humans.

He was the heir of renowned Moore and Co., with dazzling looks and heavy pocket he did not lack opposite sex attractions. But he had no interest in anyone until he saw one girl and he never knew that love is so unexpected. And he never thought he will have to suffer for a girl he couldn't have.

This is a poem I wrote when I was actually quite happy, which explains why it ends on a good note. I wanted to express what I have always felt at night, as I have been afraid of the dark since I was old enough to know what fear was (don't tell anyone.) It's short, but I I hope that it conveys my message.

Today was my grandfather's birthday. He would have been 94, and knowing him, still enjoying life to its fullest. After hearing one of his favorite songs on the radio, my mind drifted back to a conversation we had just before Alzheimer's took control of that dear, sweet man. Come sit with me by the old swimming hole, as I revisit that summer of 1997 in this soliloquy, of sorts.