Creative Writing: Uncle Tom's Cabin

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May stood in the kitchen hovering over the stove, steam rising into the vent as she cooked some eggs for herself.May's arm laid on her hip as she scrambled the egg's on the plate besides her and picking up the plate turning off the stove, and moving the pan off the heat. May's eyes looked over at the forest through her window she frowned it rained, she wondered if he was okay.May wandered to the table and slipped the warm food onto the marble tabletop and sat down and started to eat, unable to not think about him she mumbled,"I should go make himself something....since he won't join me in this house...it's the least I can do."May finished eating her eggs and got up cleaned her plate and stuck it in the dishwasher and doing the same with the pan.May wandered around her house grabbing a basket and placed it in the …show more content…

May Wandered deep into the forest,A place she knew well, from her childhood she would move towards a cabin, the rain still downpouring making her soaked she moved inside,"Sentry? Are you there?" there were moments of silence. May looked around seeing red eye's her face blushed she knew it was him,"Ah there you are!" Sentry moved closer his ear's twitched,"and what brought you here May?" May blinked almost forgetting for a moment holding up the basket,"Ah I thought you would be hungry.It's raining and I'm sure you have not eaten." Sentry looked more annoyed,"I told you before to not take care of me....I am a demon. I should be something you fear, not come to me and bring me *Sandwitches*" he mocked her. May rolled her eye's,"oh yeah the big bad demon is going to eat me...just shut up and eat" she mocked him back her hands on her hips swayed to the side.Sentry looked at the basket and sniffed it nodding,"okay okay.fine i'll

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