Saturday, April 11, 2020
Own Story Essays - British Cuisine, Canadian Cuisine, Precipitation
  Own Story    "Bzzzzzzzzz!!!" the alarm rang. Small dirty hands hit the off switch and got  out of bed. The scrawny boy walked over to the window in his old spider-man  pajamas and looked outside. Everything was white as far as the eyes could see.    The ground was covered with a silky smooth blanket of fresh new snow, which  concealed the old brown sheet from the week before. By the driveway the top of  an "open house" peered out from the snow. After changing, the little child  proceeded down the brown carpeted stairs which spit up dust with every step he  took. The walls of the old house were maroon with an occasional faded outline of  an old picture. The hardwood floors were also barren and would creak with every  step. The boy walked into the kitchen, turned on the stove and placed a griddle  over it. Next he opened the old fashioned refrigerator. The light inside  flickered on and off as he reached for the eggs and bacon. He shut the door and  headed over to the counter where he placed the egg carton and bacon. His nimble  hands picked up three slices of bacon and broke two eggs on the griddle. The pan  was not warm so the eggs and bacon just sat there. Suddenly the boy heard a car  door slam and people talking. He looked out the window and saw two women heading  towards the front door. The shy boy quickly turned around and ran out the back  door. The people outside trudged through the thick heavy snow towards the front  door. They reached the doorstep of the off-white house, and rammed the rusty  knocker against the forest green door. The knock let out a loud hollow echo.    They stood in the cold waiting for someone to open the door, but after five  minutes they decided to invite themselves into the house. "Hello?" one woman  shouted. They waited for an answer but only heard the crackling of bacon grease  coming from the kitchen. The air had the savory scent of smoked bacon and eggs,  which made their stomachs growl. They slowly walked to the kitchen and peered in  to see nothing but burnt eggs and bacon on the sizzling griddle. They looked to  the left and saw that the back door was open. Outside, the tracks of fresh  footprints created a path in the snow that lead toward a white picket fence. The  gate to the fence swung back and forth in the cold sharp wind. "Ahhh!!    Help!!" a sharp shrill came from behind the fence. The two ladies gave each  other a quick glance as the call for help rang out over and over . They both ran  to the gate as the fresh snow flurried off from the soles of their boots. Two  feet past the gate they both tripped over a thin wire that was stretched out  across the ground. They lifted their now cold and wet faces out of the snow, and  saw nothing but an empty yard. The women began to grow goose bumps all over  their bodies and gave each other a nervous look. They stood up and wiped the  snow off their bodies. An angry growl grew louder and louder from behind them  and now their goose bumps grew to little mole hills all over their bodies. They  slowly turned around and they both became as white as the velvety snow that  surrounded them. Their knees began to shake and their hearts started to beat  faster and faster until their heartbeats became one monotone sound. Their eyes  opened widely and stared straight ahead as if they had seen a ghost. However, it  was no ghost they were looking at. Instead they were looking at a 12 year old  boy covered in snow and dirt. The fence had now been closed. A large evil grin  was stretched across the boy's face and his jet black eyes glared at the two  helpless women. His arms were raised like a vampire before his transformation  into a bat. The women thought that the devil himself had possessed this boy.    This thought was the last that ever entered their heads. The boy let out a sharp  scream and pounced on the two women like a tiger who hadn't eaten for weeks.    Their screams only lasted for a split second and then dead silence rang through  the cold dry air. The young boy, now tired from digging, threw the limp bodies  in the shallow graves in the snow. He    
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