The Web Pt. 2
... Sam had been the one who had dared me, I don't know why I agreed. Everyone knew it wasn't safe to enter the trapdoor.
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... Sam had been the one who had dared me, I don't know why I agreed. Everyone knew it wasn't safe to enter the trapdoor.
The urban jungle was over flowing with people. The traffic was congested in the road and people spilled out of doors onto the over crowded pavements.
For @overskill a dedicated follower. I stare at the enterance to the maze. Once I enter, I may never leave. I gulp. Then square my shoulders and enter. It's dark.
James snapped back into reality as the clock struck 10.00pm . His Mum had said 9.00 latest. He needed to go, it was almost pitch black.
Sometimes I hate night time. Last night something horrible kept happening. When I closed my eyes I'd picture something frightening.
I was 4 years old when I met Jay for the first time. He came to me in a dream, disguised as a character from my favourite tv show.
I've told you the sensation Now here's how it started Without further hesitation See how the clouds got parted I think back to the first time ...
I often write my dreams if I can remember them well. I'm very interested in symbolic interpretations... There is no category for dreams on Opuss, so I listed this one under film.
It’s quarter to eleven. We should get some sleep” said Esme breaking the silence. “Yeah okay. See you in the morning” I replied. Esme gave a smile and a nod and climbed into bed. I did the same.
The elements came bashing at my thin and battered glass As I curled in my cold bed, Waiting for it to pass And every time the wind howled my window panes would shake They rattled on their...
Raindrops frozen in time Suspended in mid air He knew not of any crime Stalking the land with due care The scene was paused and troubled No sun, no sounds, no light The city was war torn, rubbled...
Her stare felt strong, did she know who I was. Her eyes were dark, spark-less like an abandoned attic. I ran, panicked, I didn't know what to do.
The yellow eyes of "It" pierced the darkness of that cold winters night like a lightning bolt in a stormy sky.
He knocked on my door one stormy night, Wanted shelter, warmth and light.
The night was falling around me as were the weary, drunken bodies of the wimps who lacked staying power. The heady potions the evening saw me consume had delivered me oddly alert to the enticing...
Twas gloaming outside, Neither day nor the night, I heard a low growl, which gave me a fright, I wanted to run, but my tights were too tight my courage was fading in vanishing light.
Sorry it's a bit late guys, but, hope you like it. My thoughts were interrupted by voices. Voices and footsteps. The sound slicing harshly through the night.
' I'm sure I saw it' I was saying to my best friend, Ellie. 'Well, I'm sure you didn't, see ya tomorrow,' So she walked off, 'I bet ya didn't' She repeated.
I blinked; where did the light come from. I tipped my head towards the cave mouth and was greeted with warm splashes of sunlight streaming through the cracks in the rocks.
On the heath we did dance, O'er daisies, moss and moonlit grass, The evening song our minuet Though he bade me not remove his mask.
I ran into Jesus at the corner bistro the other day; either it was him, or "Hair" was doing a revival.
#household #home From the age of seven until I reached ten, every summer I used to go and stay with my aunt and uncle for two weeks in a little seaside village called Thorpeness on the south coast.
(Fanfic, disclaimer on prologue. Do not need to see show to read.
BASED ON A TRUE NIGHTMARE EXPERIENCED BY ME :) Chaper 1: The Pale Tiger The rain hit hard against the windows.