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When I told you to get the hell out of Felldener did you think I was kidding. or what do you think i just forgot about all the SHIT. You tried to pin on me!. What.
#bestofopuss #acorns The day was mist and cloud banks, You came to me and cried, You told me you were sorry, and- You never should have died.
Telly Copperyli was a annoying feller he walked the streets going"hey!hey people!hey!" People tried to ignore him but they couldn't.one day he was walking down the streets of the big apple heading to...
A dark deserted road suddenly was smothered in thick white fog as a silhouette of a small red fox ran through the road and disappeared as quickly as it appeared.
A whisper in the hallways, A grey smudge in the yard, Not solid and not touchable, Not see-through yet not hard.
Terror Tunnel George Stanford was an ordinary boy. He was aged thirteen and lived with his Father in a farm.
My first ever Opuss (I started with stories) On a cold rainy night in Hertfordshire heavily pregnant 'Carol Frost' climbed off her red leather sofa and waddled over to answer the door "Who could...
A very dark winter night. Over thirty years ago. Was walking by himself. In the newly fallen snow. Two lights approached. Too fast for him to see. Red stains hit the trees. At once he ceased to be.
13 years of age and I've never seen a horror movie. Pretty ironic that I was now facing a situation too horrific to be classified as scary- more like utterly terrifying.
Today it was hallowen in far away land.everyone was very happy.Especially children because they will get candies.Mary and John were goin to dress up as skeletons.they went to a house and knocked on...
Ferry me across the lake, Along these deathly waters, To my resting family, My brothers, sons and daughters.
The knight was brave and quite bold. Upon his strong fast mare. But there speed did not compare. To the evil hooves so cold. The horrid one named death. From this world he would depart.
The first time I saw Jason I couldn't believe my eyes. He stood in my bedroom doorway, smiled then walked away. The next night at exactly the same time he came again, smiled then walked away.
As I walk past the dark wall I think of how many friends I have in this life. None. I have no friends, family, or anyone one to talk to.
He walks past me, oblivious to my screams. I pound on the glass, calling out and hoping he'll hear me. He's the most recent tenant in the apartment.
Mist swirls around my feet as I enter the clearing where we used to meet, It's colder now, more bleak, The air fills my nose with the freezing reek of winter.
It was a cold gloomy day, I was climbing up the mountainous hills when I reached the house I was going to see.
It was a little before 9o'clock the sun was setting and I was lost. So got out of my car and and read the sigh "the white house". I got back in my car then drove along the track. Then I saw it.
I look in the mirror What do I see.
Awakened every night, movement with a scream, A man always pushes, his way in my dream. Footsteps often heard, he never seems to stop, I heard he fell, from the buildings top.
A kind of 'Christmas Carol' adaptation.
I see your face here at my window, Your eyes pierce my soul through the glass, Your spirit, it haunts me for closure, I won't let this moment e'er pass.
The pale white sheet shimmered in the air, Almost translucent and too happy to scare, It's bright little smile lit up the night, And gave every little child a big huge fright.
Scene 1: Village. People bustling around. A high street style market. Side alleys all around. Mostly deserted. Few with people going in and out. Stalls and shops.