Author's e-books - Monster. Page - 1
Here is another kidβs story I wrote. I was asked to write again. This one is about a girl whose room was always dirty and trash on the floor. But what she didnβt know was there was a trash monster under her bed. SCARY!!!! If you donβt clean your room, youβll get a visit from the trash monster.
In the late 1700's America was still holding rare and precious secrets waiting to be discovered by those with a pioneering spirit. But some things are better left as undiscovered. A former British Colonial Army Commander and his family discover this harsh truth when they too seek to claim a piece of the American dream in the uncharted wilderness. Alone and isolated the family struggles for their lives against an unholy enemy. Predator or prey, the war has begun.
My salty tears stung the cuts on my once beautiful face, which was now covered in deep cuts which would end up scarring. I pushed further, my uncovered legs felt frozen as the harsh icy wind blew at them, I was stuck in this thick cememnt like mud that held the wall together, I pushed harder, I was half way through the wall, almost free. I twisted my head slightly, my hair was caught on something, I yanked and the stabbing pain in my head worsened, I wriggled some more then saw the rotten white
Here is another kidβs story I wrote. I was asked to write again. This one is about a girl whose room was always dirty and trash on the floor. But what she didnβt know was there was a trash monster under her bed. SCARY!!!! If you donβt clean your room, youβll get a visit from the trash monster.
In the late 1700's America was still holding rare and precious secrets waiting to be discovered by those with a pioneering spirit. But some things are better left as undiscovered. A former British Colonial Army Commander and his family discover this harsh truth when they too seek to claim a piece of the American dream in the uncharted wilderness. Alone and isolated the family struggles for their lives against an unholy enemy. Predator or prey, the war has begun.
My salty tears stung the cuts on my once beautiful face, which was now covered in deep cuts which would end up scarring. I pushed further, my uncovered legs felt frozen as the harsh icy wind blew at them, I was stuck in this thick cememnt like mud that held the wall together, I pushed harder, I was half way through the wall, almost free. I twisted my head slightly, my hair was caught on something, I yanked and the stabbing pain in my head worsened, I wriggled some more then saw the rotten white