HI! My names Delilah and I have 3 siblings! Joshua, Plumeria and Finny! You wanna know a secret? I get chicken tenders ALL THE TIME. Pretty cool right, i have no idea why but it’s like a daily food for us. “Delilah! who are you talking to!?” Sorry that was my mum, she’s really protective of me and my siblings “Dominic! Can you go check on Delilah please?” Oh no! Dads coming, QUICK! HIDE! “Delilah, sweetie, what are you doi-” “NOTHING!” “Ok, just checking.” Ok you can come out now that dad’s gone, so why is mum so afraid of strangers … Continue reading Chicken Tenders Pt3

The student grabbed my arm and tugged me out of bed and rushed out of the room, still squeezing my arm. I looked back and saw the light in my room turn on and was speechless. That’s when I new that the student was in panic. We rushed into the hallway and rushed to the elevator, inside the elevator I ask “what’s wrong!?” “When I woke, up I looked under your bed and there was a man under there with a knife!” He answered “What’s your name?” I asked “Dominic.” “Thank you, Dominic.” And now Dominic and I are best … Continue reading Chicken Tenders Pt2

I was tutoring this college student in my apartment, when we finally looked at the time it was nearly midnight so all the buses would be out of orders so the student asked if he could hang here for the night, i agreed so we walked to my room and i put my blowup mattress on the floor, he slept on the mattress and slept on my bed. Later i woke up and found the student standing awkwardly in the middle of the room. “What’s… wrong?” “I’m hungry!” “Go get cookies from the kitchen.” “No, i want chicken tenders.” “It’s … Continue reading Chicken Tenders

When I was little, like 10 or something, there was like this spooky, old shack up the hill from my neighbourhood, everybody tried to keep a distance and I never understood why, nobody had lived in there for years. One night my friends and I thought it’d be a good idea to go check out the shack and hang there for the night. Outside the house we all holding our sleeping bags and torches. We never went in, because we hear could glass shattering and screaming coming from the house, and the shadow of a girl standing at the window … Continue reading The Old Shack