Bastard (A Novel)
"Great." George pounded his fist on the kitchen table. "There is no way I can get evidence from Sarah Miller anymore. No way! I was 99% sure she was innocent but, even if she wasn't, she'll never go to jail now. She's dead and gone."
The White City
'The White City' a part of True Colors Historical Stories of American Crime written by Grace Hitchcock. This adult and maybe even a teen novel is a historical fiction novel that tells the story of a woman named Winnifred Wylde who lives up to her name and a man Jude, a detective who works under her father who does not want Winnifred to get too close to anyone in law enforcement. The story takes place in the year 1892 during the Chicago's World's Fair. These two characters come together to solve a mystery of a missing person. Grace Hitchcock writes stories based on true crime and through her use of language and description of events the reader will get the feel of the time and events of the story.
The Mouse with the Question Mark Tail
'The Mouse with the Question Mark Tail' is a youth novel written by Richard Peck and illustrated by Kelly Murphy. This is the story of a little mouse who is trying to find out who he is and where he belongs in the country of England. Everyone knows that one must pay homage to the Queens both human and mouse for they know all of what happens. Richard has written a story that is entertaining and even teaches a few lessons along the way. Kelly has created illustrations that show what the words describe. One will get the feel of the British Empire back in the day.
Letters From Rifka
'Letters From Rifka' is a youth novel written by Karen Hesse. This is the story of Rifka, a young girl who with her family is leaving Russia for America. Rifka is in for quite the journey with a few setbacks that she must endure and try to understand. It is a book that is written as a series of letters that she has written in a poetry book of Pushkin to a close friend and confidant.
'Locomotion' is a poem story written for youth and adults by Jacqueline Woodson. It is a book that tells the story of boy named Lonnie and how he comes to understand his world from his family and teachers. Lonnie learns a lot just from observations he makes for his writing. This is a book of poetry as if Lonnie was writing it. 'Locomotion' is a book that will shine a light on what is important to us all from one point to another.
Bastard (A Novel)
On Sunday morning, George Hamilton opened the paper, accepting a piping hot cup of coffee from Jennifer. "Thank you, darling."
Bastard (A Novel)
Sarah Miller stayed inside the four walls in her home, reading Pride & Prejudice as she drank a cup of chamomile tea. Lately, she had become exhausted by her father: She'd noticed that an extra $1,000 had been added to the stack of cash.
HORRIBLE CIRCUTANSES ...
A dark Night Heavy snow was Covered. My Hands and feet were frozen like a ice, I was ok off my both gloves because I couldn't stand alone the cold. Severe shivering inside and outside of the my body. .I was entered the loins and walked slowly to keep some kind of moisture soaking in the body.The place and time I was entered had an eerie feel to it.I could hear my footsteps were ouder with every step I took.Silence- A thousand people in the world are shouting around us, one can easily remain as a single human being only there. But silent situations are created to test the human being. In one's mind, all courage becomes a question mark- makes it !! It is the brute nature of peace.I was entered the dark room. No outside air came in. Here and there, many dead bodies were placed on upside he seats. There was no movement. The noise of the silence was very loud.One by one I was passed the corpses that were placed. There was a kind of tension in my mind. Only on my eyelids moved. The head did not move. In God's creation, every human being is unique. The same in features and the same in appearance. One with dark complexion, one with solid body, long nose, beautiful eyes, slim body, One by one with a thick moustache, one with long hair, and one with a shaved head on one side, the corpses were placed in such a manner that I was passed by one by one, increasing my morale.How everything would have been outside.Come here and be like this.My chest was pounding. I could see only one similarity in the sittings. The head part of all was swollen and it presented a slightly terrifying sight.I watched and took each step.. I could not resist the cold and the tension of the situation and suddenly sat still, my wristwatch, is on the wires, made a sound "Dinkkkkk".Suddenly three corpses opened their eyes. Sharp eyes fell on me and I froze for a second. I was idn't get up. Words didn't join. Their bodies didn't move at all. But their eyes were fixed on me like daggers. Unable to bear the intensity of the gaze, my eyelids was fell down and they are closed their eyes again.Throat was dry.I needed water.But I didn't have it.No one to ask around,no human traffic.I was drowned in saliva.I thought for a moment. To deal with such situations, it is only possible if I go through them. I was looked closely at what was in front of me. "It is a right to face you in your own way." I thought for a moment. To deal with such situations, it is only possible if I am go through them. I was looked closely at what was in front of me. "It is right to face you in your own way."Eyes were losed...my world went dark suddenly a polite voice..."Thank you for Traveling with Great Western Railways you reached your destiny".I was oke up startled. "Sir, have we reached the alighting station? Good luck, have you woken up?"After thanking that Automated Announcer sister, I was ook off the OVER EAR BLUETOOTH HEADPHONES stuck in my ears and kept them in my bag
Story Brainstorm Exact
Dear Journal, In the vast tapestry of time, the weeks since that fateful moment when duty beckoned me to rescue the imperiled villager have woven together into a complex mosaic of memories and emotions. The specter of that day, with its interplay of heroism and captivity, remains an indelible presence in the recesses of my mind, each passing moment a thread connecting me to the events that unfolded. The ethereal memory of those binding forces, akin to serpentine tendrils, continues to coil around my wrists, their phantom embrace haunting my waking thoughts as if the incident transpired mere moments ago. It's a sensation I can almost touch, as if time itself has left an imprint on my very skin, a living testament to the trials that fate has cast upon me.
Bastard (A Novel)
"Fuck!" Frank Miller muttered. He rummaged through his things in the hotel room in Boulder. "It's not anywhere. I can't find it!"
Growing up, one of the things that resonated the most with me in the Avatar the Last Air Bender series was the amount of intelligent, brave, and strong female characters in the show. In most shows, female characters are lackluster or fit into a box, leaving me to favor a male character instead. Avatar broke down gender roles and easily gave me my favorite female characters in a way that was organic and reflective of my own struggles as a girl carving my place in society. They were not afraid to make their female characters more than we are often told we can be. And, they did it simply because women (girls) are more than the flat archetypes they have been ascribed too over and over.
Bastard (A Novel)
Frank Miller looked out of a window at Hotel Boulderado. He was in room 5. He sat down at the desk provided and ruffled through his documents.