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~Spooky story, not mine~ She lived deep in the forest in a tiny cottage and sold herbal remedies for a living. Folks living in the town nearby called her Bloody Mary, and said she was a witch.
#nightdwellers. I made a wish, it wasn't to a flying star,. Or a copper coin in a fountain, thrown afar,. It wasn't a prayer, or a passing remark,. It was a sign, a release, a trusting start,.
You're probably thinking that this is some crazy teenage rant that should be banished to a lousy Facebook status, but it's what's on my mind, so I'm going to speak it. I moved out yesterday.
I think it's time I revealed a little bit about myself, as I've been on here for 3 days now and I've had such a great time. I was born in England, but moved to America at 6 weeks.
• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • Three bars out of five and the word Sprint across the top, along with the time and battery life.
- The Little Manor I never liked planes, even though it was unlikely I'd die now I still didn't like the fact you were in the air, people are born to walk of solid ground, not fly through the air.
"Summer?" I stand up. No way. "Autumn. Finally!" Summer gets up and hugs me. Why has Summer been hugging me a lot lately. Summer pulls back.
"I heard she's Z's daughter." a voice says. "No, remember. That's the girl with the sparkling eyes." Another voice says. "I thought there were two of them!" The first voice exclaims.
Chapter 7: Violet I grabbed a pen and using the paper next to me, I wrote a note: Gone out to get wood. Be a long time but carry on with lunch.
Nobody anymore really thinks to care Hello.
Christine- I couldn’t bear to look back. I knew that if I did I would see his face one last time and I would never ever be able to let go. “Christine, are you alright?” Raoul asked. “Yes…I’m fine.
That evening I rushed home to text Chelsea. It was a Thursday night which ment I still had homework to do, but also two days before the party. "I'm scared." I said. "Well why Callie.
The Magic Weaver spied a flash of deep blue in the clouds. Hope rose swiftly in his chest as he thought of the dragon, Ryu. Tyuman cursed the passing desert blue jay as it came into full view.
Chapter 19 We drove to her house, it was an old house. With white flowers under the windows. I stopped the car in front of the garage. " are you sure she will like me?".
Went to bed last night with a head like hell. Into a deep deep sleep I fell. Not even the loud crack of thunder. Dare rouse me from my slumber. The morning I woke, head is still sore.
Nothing happened. "What?" The lady pulled the trigger again. Still nothing. I almost laugh when I realized what happened. The gun was empty; it had no bullets.
I'll always remember those afternoons spent stranded on the veranda, watching as rain poured endlessly from above.
Sorry it’s been awhile guys….Enjoy !!. I went out to hunt around twelve, fed on a herd of deer that was passing by. Then I whispered a name into the wind.
Where to start. Thanks to everybody who entered, you've made the judging an absolute hoot.
~Alyssa~ It was a snipping from the obituaries, with two familiar faces on it. Jonah. Calvin. "Jonah.... Jonahs dead?" I ask softly, not looking up the snipping. Ian nodded.
20 years ago we had Johnny Cash, Bob Hope and Steve Jobs. Now we have no Cash, no Hope and no Jobs. Please don't let Kevin Bacon die..
The grand oak wood was surrounded. By suffocating malevolent mist. No man, woman, animal or beast. Dared venture out into the evil 'THIS'. An unaware goblin travelling north east.
I cry and cry and cry. I'm not trying to be selfish, but why didn't I know. My own mother... I stand up and throw my pillow at the wall. "No, no , no!!!!!!!!!!" I scream.
Rumors were rife about the alleyway behind the tavern. It was haunted, folks said. Haunted by the ghost of a young girl who had been found murdered in that self-same passage.