Comments Posted By Marie Grace
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The crust on the pie was golden brown when it came out of the oven, and it smelled great.
» Posted By Marie Grace On 06.28.2012 @ 12:54 pm
The seeds from the wheat.
The seeds from the apples.
The seeds from the grapes,
And the seeds from the peaches,
The seeds from the fruit,
And the seeds from the vegtables.
All playing a part.
» Posted By Marie Grace On 06.24.2012 @ 11:55 am
The convict was taken back to his cell. In just a couple more days, he would be realised. He knew it.
» Posted By Marie Grace On 06.01.2012 @ 12:47 pm
The festival was grand, like never before. They all ate and danced and told stories in the fires. No one could remember a better festival.
» Posted By Marie Grace On 02.11.2012 @ 1:13 pm
I had adopted this type of fun two years ago. It is very fun, and I’m glad I did it.
» Posted By Marie Grace On 02.10.2012 @ 6:51 am
The hinges creaked as I tried to open the door as quietly as possible.
» Posted By Marie Grace On 01.23.2012 @ 3:17 pm
The cookies were crisp. They were choclatey. And they could practically melt in your mouth. It was heaven on earth.
» Posted By Marie Grace On 01.13.2012 @ 2:56 pm
The boy quickly began to savage the scraps of metal from the boatwreck.
» Posted By Marie Grace On 01.09.2012 @ 3:44 pm
Her apron had two patterns. One side was flowers and butterflies and ladybugs, and the other was just plain black.
» Posted By Marie Grace On 01.05.2012 @ 2:11 pm
The chapagne was cold, and icy. It wa in a bucket of ice, and it was in a green glass, and bubbly.
» Posted By Marie Grace On 01.03.2012 @ 10:11 am
The large estate lay on a large moutain in the middle of an ocean, and the seas were wild with life all around the estate.
» Posted By Marie Grace On 01.01.2012 @ 8:08 am
The wooden bridge was old and needed repairs. But everyone in the city adored it. Why? Because it had been there since the begining.
» Posted By Marie Grace On 12.30.2011 @ 11:27 am
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The desert was dark and cold. What was out? Nothing. Just the cold wind howling. And sand blowing.
» Posted By Marie Grace On 12.29.2011 @ 9:52 am