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      The Curse of The Round House By Mya K. Brew        The Curse of The Round House Whilst investigating the death of a local lawyer, a tall detective named Steven Kenro uncovers a legend about a supernaturally-cursed, round house circulating throughout Boston. As soon as anyone enters the house, he or she has exactly 57 days left to live. The doomed few appear to be ordinary people to the human eye during their day to day life, but when photographed, they look translucent. Steven enters the house, refusing to believe the superstition. A collage of images flash into his mind: a funny cat balancing on a tough lawyer, an old newspaper headline about a car crash accident in 1885, and a hooded man ranting about death and a drinking well located in a spooky place. When Steven notices his legs have dog-like properties, he realises that the curse of the round house is true and calls in his idol, a teacher named Jenna Herdal, for help. Jenna e...

Never Pretend To Sleep by Mya K.Brew I was around 5 years old when I learned to never fake sleep when Grams and Pa come to town. Every year for Halloween, Christmas, Easter, and Independents Day Grams and Pa would come to visit from Arizona. Whenever they’d come I’d sleep with them so I could hear all the awesome stories about their students back in Phoenix. Crazy thing, somehow I ended up back in my bed when I swore I fell asleep in Grams and Pa’s bed. Anyways, It was around 9:30 when I felt tired. I went to Grams and Pa’s bedroom then suddenly I didn’t feel tired. I wasn’t going to get up and go back into the living room so I just lied there counting 28 sheep because I couldn’t go much higher than that. As I lied there hoping to fall asleep soon, I heard the sound of someone creeping up the stairs. It turned out to be Grams. She whispered my name. “Mya?” I lied there silently. “Mya?” she called again. I felt her presents getting closer so I quickly shut my eyes. “She aslee...

How? How can you kill a man and feel no remorse? Do you think deeper than the cut you made with the knife? Or do you laugh at the suffering of your victim? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ How can you laugh at the bruise of a fallen friend? Do you reach for their hand to pick them up Or just find it amusing? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ How can you become a better person? Can you smile a pearly white and make ones day Or can you just be the sun to those who need a little light

The Birds By Mya K.Brew I fly like the eagle and sing like the robin I hustle like the pigeon and keep my head bobbin Do the birds like they way they are? Or do they look for a new soul searching near and far ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I think about this often, quit frankly everyday I become the birds and try to learn there ways I sing through all weather, pain, and sorrow I’ll sing about the new day, I’ll sing about tomorrow ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I scare like the crow and fish like the seagull I will make a change for the word, and until that is done expect an earful I promise not hurt my great home land You’ll no longer have to worry about where you stand ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I fly like the eagle and sing like the robin I hustle like the pigeon and keep my head bobbin Do the birds like they way they are? Or do they look for a new soul searching near ...

Sadly By Mya K.Brew Sadly some die feeling terrible regret They must die like a bird tied in a net The being will suffer and feel great pain Not knowing that hate is all they’ve gained ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sadly we try so hard and fail to succeed The failure cuts deep and makes the heart bleed The beastly heart caged by our ribs turns into a pillow Then droops low like a depressed willow ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sadly we get sick knowing theirs no cure You think it’s your fault so you cry, god what more You hurt so bad you forget to enjoy the last moments It’s not your fault, but that’s the path you’ve chosen ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sadly we take each day for granted You miss the big picture cause you’re looking at life all slanted You miss the moments you could’ve loved You put everything else on hold because that one problem was put above