gingerbered

 "God damn it!" Padraic stormed down the stairs of his family's farm house with nothing but a towel round his to see his youngest sister washing strawberries with their mom. "Where are the twins?!" His mother kept her eyes on her work as she answered but Gwen was giggling and pointing at her brother's wet hair. "They're outside harvesting apples with your dad and Morgan, why do you ask dear?" "BLUE!" squealed Gwen laughing at her older brother. Mrs. Lakeman looked up in confusion, her eyes growing to the size of saucers when she saw that her son's once sun-bleched-blonde hair was now a bright blue and dripping dye onto her kitchen floor. Glow

Ding-Dong! The doorbell rang through the penthouse suite but was ignored by the two girls talking on the chaise lounge. "It is a great place Grace, small but nice." The elder of the two smiled as her maid went to the door shooing away the visitor. "Eet eez smaller zen 'ome, but eez good enough for one or two, would 'oo believe zey call zis spacious?" The younger girl readjusted her glasses rolling her eyes. "Grace you are in Halifax, What do you expect living in the downtown of a capital city. Anyway, it has a beautiful view of the harbour." Grace smirked as she played with her blonde hair. "Pssh, eet eez beautiful because I do not 'ave to de

A scream shattered the silent spring night. Bre ran from the horror she’d seen, her red curls bouncing. A man had been crouched over the figure of a lady in the park, her neck bent at a sickly angle. I have to call the police she thought as she ran faster toward the gym; she knew it was the only place still open. Rounding a corner she glanced behind her and sighed in relief when she saw no one following, but when she looked at what was in front of her she came to a halt. A man was standing in front of her. With his unnatural height and the long black coat he was wearing she knew it had to be the man from the park. She went to run aw