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One night, a 16-year old girl named Sarah was babysitting three children for the Peterson family. They always hired her because the kids really seemed to like her.
Herman was spending the night with some friends who lived in the country. He went to bed late and did not sleep well. Off in the distance he thought he heard the sound of a horse drawn carriage.
A very short, short story. You become very self reliant living in the countryside as I've found out since I moved here. Well I say 'moved' let's just say it was necessary.
I burst through the bed room door to find Octavius sitting up, curled up with his knees tucked up close to his chest. He was rocking back and forth crying.
Five people in two years have been found murdered on the side of the B10 dual carriage way to Cheshum.
One late night, Charlotte stayed up WAY to late. Her parents were away on business and left her home alone. She always disrespected her parents and stayed up far too late. But this night was...
"Meet Dr. Julian Jasper" One Year Later... Slowly the door opened with a faint click... "Tressa?" Daniel whispered paranoid.
Thump. Thump. Thump. The noise gets closer. Bang. Bang. Bang. There's footsteps at your door. Creak. Creak. Creak. Someone is inside. Click. Click. Click. A patch of light hits the floor.
A dark and dreary day of sorrow and gray, with a man grieving his lover’s death. How he wished he felt her final breath; his absence an untimely regret.
The following is a story that I had to write for my english class. It is title-less. Feel free to give me ideas, and tips to help my writing technique.
Tiffany was finishing up homework in her room when she got a text on her cell phone. She didn't recognize the number, but the text said "Take a bath and go to bed, it's a school night".
"Stay Away From The Shadows" Cranston City, Rhode Island 1949 Marcus Blair held out one trembling hand, as he lay on his death bed. Struggling to fill his lungs with oxygen.
Blood spilling, feral screams, chaotic madness. I pay attention to none. I sit alone in a bathroom stall, locked away from a hellish nightmare. Hand clutches neck, blood stains dress.
He looked at me for a long while without saying anything. Finally he asked,"are you sure?" I stared into his eyes. "As sure as I'll ever be," I said. He grabbed my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.
Okay, so im thinking of writing a story about a girl called Pixie who runs away to the this dragon she found in the wood. She and the dragon travel to Crystal Falls in the Jungle.
A woman was on her way home from work in the car. It was dark and she was driving down a deserted road with nice houses on the right and a park on the left.
I had to see if Octavius was ok, I needed to hear his voice to reassure myself that he was ok. I grabbed the phone and punched in his number. "Hello?," said a voice.
I looked around. I couldn't quite make out where I was because I was surrounded by darkness. I could feel the could hard concrete press underneath my palms as I set up.
7th October 2012, My heart stopped as I watched him left, My dreams crumble now I'm all by myself.
Back just about 30 years ago, a young woman was just getting over the death of her boyfriend, who had just recently died in a car accident.
Vivian, Mary and Hartley were adorned in white robes and tiaras of thorns. The three women were of incomparable beauty.
I opened my eyes and looked around the tiny room I was in. I don't remember how I got there. The room had padded walls (like you would find in a asylum) with a concrete floor.
The Security Camera is a scary short story about two boys who encounter a terrifying ghost in a convenience store at night.
I woke up to shouting down stairs. I got up went into the bathroom to a little girl I didn't pay attention to her but when I looked back she was gone. I thought it was my eyes and it was.