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---Just the first part of another story. I got bored writing the other one and wanted to try something a bit different.
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---Just the first part of another story. I got bored writing the other one and wanted to try something a bit different.
This is but the first chapter of the story I have the wish to publish for you. It is not certain it will continue, if no reads it I can't see the point. If people do read it, I'll continue the story.
Once upon a time. A goblin said to me. How would you like to sing, to write. All kinds of poetry. I will concoct a potion containing all you need. To be aspiring poet. On this you'll have to feed.
My night was getting a little odd for me. There's plenty of evidence that Jack was a vampire, yeah, but the guy who attacked him, a werewolf. No. "Uh," my voice shook a little as I drew the sound out.
And he stared at me; and I stared back into those mezmorising eyes. By now I was on my knees, dirt clinging to the scuffs and grazes on my bare legs.
Home grew boring for Maggie one night as so she decided to take herself down to the theater on Main Street and see a movie. It was something she did once or twice a month, and it was always pleasant.
His breath fogged the chilled glass door as he leaned against it to have a look outside. Raindrops spiraled down the pane in patterns, clearing it just enough to see his fading reflection.
I feel that my room had gotten a little more colder then usual. Though in my thick duvet the cold passes through. I turn my head to glance out the window to see if it is dark out. and yes it is.
As I stepped into the avenue ,chills ran up my spine as the crooked shadows twisted around me ,pushing me to go on.
I was never one for long drawn out conclusions or one to linger on a topic for more than is necessary.
Chapter Seventeen. >> Scott << Oh poo. What the hell was I supposed to do now. Call for help. No phone. "Fu**.
The little boy placed the shells in a neat row just as the wizard had asked. But then he grew up, as little boys often do, and left the shells behind.
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Personal Experience We couldn't run the air conditioning, even though the humid Ft. Myers, Florida, night was in the high nineties.
I walked into the darkness looking all around the room holding on tight to the bar stuck to the wall sceard to let go suddenly I felt a cold wind when no windows or doors were open locked in...
The two teenagers were on a mission. They wanted to film something funny, and knew exactly what they had in mind. They hurried over to the abandoned house. They set up a tripod and the camera.
Chapter Ten. Was it. Wasn't it. It looked like her. The short curly brown-grey hair. The oversized glasses perched on the tip of her nose. Her locket neckless, that no one knew what was inside.
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore-- While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one...
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Chapter 1 I can feel the dirt beneath me, warm to the touch. Its dark, so dark my eyes could be closed. There's no sound. Just my breath and the ruffle of my worn clothes as I move to listen.
Driving alone on the nightshift.. Time slowly going by. The radio crackles and i hear my call sign. I cant help but laugh as details are passed of the next job..
It was dark. As it always is in horror stories I suppose. Not that my ordeal was particularly scary, but it was certainly horrific.
I feel it's darkness grip, Down on my chest it crushes. Not a breath can pass my lips , Across my face a coldness rushes.
Fumbling for his pipe in his small, cramped cabinet drawer, his fingers stumbled upon a treasure. He traced his thumb along the spine of this metal object and, pinching it, pulled it from the...