Son Of The Seas 3
Slowly I opened my eyes. I was in the infirmary room on a white bed.
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Slowly I opened my eyes. I was in the infirmary room on a white bed.
I ran knowing that I would never go back. Running away from home was a hard choice but it had to be done, my parents had too many rules and boundaries. I wanted to be free.
~the story I submitted~ Ruth Forrest. I was running, I couldn't stop. He was after me, they were after me. If I stopped, even for a split second, they'd catch me.
For a 500 word competition for Chris Evans :) I was running, I couldn't stop. He was after me, they were after me. If I stopped, even for a split second, they'd catch me.
"Can I have a room now??. Pleeaassse!" I begged with my best puppy-dog eyes. "Once we've gone on one adventure, you'll get one.
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~Premise I am perched atop a window sill. I hug my fragile knees to my hollow body. The glass pane before me is smudged and dirty. I could see only out through it.
"What?" I yell. "The lady that attacked you and Ellie is our mother!" Summer answers again. No way. No way. "No way!" "Well, yeah. And Samuel- you remember Samuel.
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His face went red as he double over in pain. Smiling, Anna walked away from the white coats and towards the vessel. "I'll get you for this" The white coat squeaked behind her. Anna flipped him off.
She sat up. Her book was getting interesting, but she still had to wake up the next morning. School and all. She shook her hair out and ran her fingers quickly though it, stripping it of any knots.
Readers of Broken Laughter. I'm ending the story there. I'm sorry but I'm not enjoying it. It's turned out the completely wrong way.
Zara stood silently at the gate to the compound. It was Tuesday, and raining heavily. She brushed a strand of chestnut hair from her pale face and sighed.
After a few tears, me and Rosie set off into the forest. It had become not the forest I knew, but the forest of which was to beware and where anything could emerge and grab you in a matter of seconds.
~ I don't know what to call this story, so at the moment it's going to be called 'Delicate'. If anyone reading this has any other title ideas please comment them they would be very much appreciated.
I sat before Lake Black Mist. Legend had it that this very lake held a dark story. A monster or at least, a myth.
She stopped mid walk and I walked straight into her. She held a finger to her lips and looks around us, surveying the area.
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I woke up the next morning with sweat pouring from my pyjamas. Rosie was still asleep; curled up like a little kitten. As quietly as I possibly could, I got out of my bed.
Alana was sitting on her desk minding her own business when her younger sister came along to pester her.
A small girl walks through a big forest. Surrounding her are large dark trees with knots covering them from their roots to their highest branches. The girl has hair dark as night.