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Two Old Women: Book Review

One day, I was browsing the bookshelves of my local library looking for something interesting to read. There’s one particular shelf in an adult section of the library that I like to browse all the time, and it’s one that has books of myth, folklore, and fairytales . I eventually found a book that I had never heard of or read before; Two Old Women . Two Old Women is a book written by Velma Wallis . It is an Alaskan legend of the Gwich’in people that Wallis’s mother told her after they had finished collecting firewood (p. xi). According to Wallis, her mother had told her this story because of an earlier conversation they had while collecting firewood (p. X.) Wallis was amazed by the fact that her mother still collected her own firewood despite being in her early fifties, and despite the work being physically difficult for her (p. xii) According to Wallis, the elders amongst her people would work until they couldn’t move or until they died (p. xii). After talking about these things, her ...
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A Dark Secret

Zack didn’t want to go out on a freezing snowy night like this, but the note he received that morning was clear: “Give me $2000, or your darkest secret will be revealed. Meet me at Sallow Bridge, at 11:00 pm. Alone.”

He shivered. Who was this person? How did they know about his secret?

When he made it to the bridge, he waited, looking down at the black icy river below. 

Crunch, crunch, crunch.

He turned around. A figure came walking towards him from the darkness.

Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch.

A tall man in a black cloak wearing a grey scarf around his face walked up to him. He had pale skin, and black hair sticking out of his brown winter cap. The rest of his features Zack couldn’t make out, especially not with it being so dark out and the lamppost being so dim. 

“Do you have the money?” the man asked.

“Yes, but who are you?”

“You remember me, don’t you John?” he asked snarkily. 

“My name’s Zack. Now, how did you get my draft?”

The man stared at him blankly. “...What?”

“My draft. The one about a knight who time travels through space and time with the help of a banana. That’s what you’re blackmailing me with, right? How did you get it? I thought I lost it.”

“Don’t play stupid, John. You know I’ve managed to find out about your phony dollar bills.”

Zack became irritated. “My name is Zack. Zack Callaway. And I don’t make stupid counterfeit bills. Am I being pranked?”

The man leaned in closer to him, then jumped back. “You’re not John!”

“I know. I just said so.”

“But that can’t be! I left the note at his address.”

“Wait, are you talking about John Ross?”

“Yes!”

“He moved three weeks ago. I just moved in.”

“Dang it!” 

Zack’s face became hot. “You dragged me out here into this blasted weather for nothing?!”

The man lowered his head in embarrassment. “Sorry,” he muttered. He turned tail and ran off, crunching through the snow as he went.

“I’m calling the cops!” Zack shouted. 

But there was no response. There was only the howling of the wind as the snowflakes danced down to the earth.

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