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The Insomniac's LetterDearest Giver of Sleep,
I have to ask why you choose to keep
Your magic sand from a select few.
What did we ever do to you?
I cannot sleep nor can I dream
Whether it's moon or sun beam.
Why won't you give me your sand
So that I too can enjoy dreamland?
My eyes are droopy with bags of grey.
I hate looking up at the sun each day
Because every morning no matter how I try
I can't get more than an hour or two of shuteye!
Sandman, Sandman, Here I sit.
Bury me in the beach's sands here quick!
Visit me and help me to get some sleep,
Before my alarm clock sounds it's beep.
Emma's Journal 10/31/1310/31/13
I hate my life. I hate my family. I hate Halloween. I despise Richard more than there is fire in the depths of hell. And even more than that... I hate myself.
So I woke up absolutely ecstatic. Halloween WAS my absolute favorite time of year. I couldn't find my previous costume idea. I was going to be a vampire. The teeth were missing and the cape had some weird powdery substance on it. Probably from garlic powder. I made the mistake of leaving it in the kitchen over night. Some people, myself included, go a little heavy on the spices.
So instead I went with my gypsy outfit. It had a midlength heavy skirt with many layer of color, a colored sash, and a jingly top. The top was like a glorified sports bra but luckily it was warm enough out that I didn't freeze. My mom rolled her eyes when she saw it. "What happened to the vampire outfit?" I had to explain it to her, and then my father, and then finally my so called friend as he came in.
Richard walked through the do
Abominable ActMaylin crept across the hardwood floor in her nightgown, carrying a long staff which she always had hidden in her room for just in case moments. This was one of those moments. She had heard a rustling sound at the door of the great hall, then a banging and finally a clatter as the door broke off it's hinges and fell to the ground.
She had immediately grabbed the staff and gone to investigate. It was now 1 o'clock in the wee hours of the night. A crow flew in through the gaping doorway she could just barely see as she peered around the corner. She tiptoed closer and looked upon an axe laying on the ground by the framework and the splinterings which now lined the edge of the fallen door.
Suddenly a wave of panic gripped her as she remembered her sister Jezabelle had been visiting for the week. The blue nightgown twirled with her as she turned around and leapt up the stairs towards the younglings dormitory.
She was too late.
As she looked into the room she saw Jeza's mangled body lying in
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