Estella Wicks
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Cruelty To Animals
Helen ‘s Zoo Helen is nine years old and her hobby is hunting. Her great, great grandfather and grandmother were hunters. They hunted large game animals in a faraway country called Africa. They did not kill the animals they hunted. They trapped them and brought them to America for people to see at the zoo.
By Estella Wicks4 years ago in Fiction
Walking to the 21st Century
________________________________________ It’s the first day of summer vacation. It’s 6 a.m. and I’m wide-awake, alert and eager to get started. My sisters are all snuggled down in their bed enjoying their leisure with a long sleep-in.
By Estella Wicks5 years ago in Families
DENNY STARTS A TREND
Kenny Foster races into the kitchen still tucking his shirt in his pants. Tripping over his shoelaces and laughing happily he picks himself up and climbs into his chair. “I tripped.” He announces to his mother as she sets his breakfast before him.
By Estella Wicks5 years ago in Families
Finding the Runaway
Lisa ‘s sleep was troubled during the night. She’d went to sleep late having spent the previous day moving into her new home. Everything was in order. It had been a hassle but she was finally settled in. She was so tired when she finally fell into her bed. Exhaustion usually made her sleep peacefully for hours. Not so this time. This house was brand new. Still the minute she fell asleep she started hearing noises. She heard the weak cry of a baby. It sounded so pitiful. She wanted to find it and comfort it. But where was it coming from. Were she asleep and dreaming? The sound seemed to be coming from the floor like it was traveling up from a long distance like the basement – even below that. Then it stopped. Another desperate voice of a young woman sobbing. No milk. No milk. My breasts are all dried up. Please God make mommy and daddy let me out. Then she began cooing to the wailing thrashing baby Soon her sobs mingled with the wailing of the desperately hungry baby. Her stomach rumbled as she crushed the baby to flabby empty breast. Lisa woke with a start. She heard nothing. She glances at her old fashioned alarm clock. Three o’clock. Bother she said as she burrowed back under the bed covers. The second she closed her eyes the heart rendering wailing started again. Lisa awoke again and finding that two hours had elapsed she got up determined to find the source of the noise as awake she was still hearing the wailing of the baby and the soft hopeless sobs of the young woman. Sliding her feet into her slippers as she dragged on her robe Lisa had to find the wailing baby. She slipped out the room quietly so as not to awaken her gently snoring husband who needed to be at work in a few hours. She lighted her way down the stairs with a flashlight. When she opened the door to the basement she was shocked and horrified. She didn’t see her beautifully finished basement. She didn’t know she’d screamed. Her husband was awakened and tore down the steps and found his wife swaying at the top of some dirty steps to an unfinished dungeon like basement and he heard the wailing too. He grabbed her arm and together they descended the rickety steps to the dirt floor. Lisa shined the flashlight in a circle seeing an old fashioned furnace in one corner and a room to the right of the steps with a door that glided open as if someone was expecting them. Focusing her light into the room Jason and Lisa beheld a gruesome sight. Bones. Human bones – not animal. Remnants of cloth still clung to the bones. Obviously a nursing mother and infant.
By Estella Wicks5 years ago in Criminal
