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23 December 2012 I am writing this in the back of an armored truck. Steven is beside me, and my sweet Jennifer is receiving medical attention.
22 December 2012 Today marked the first day of a different world, and I must say that it was odd to feel like a prisoner in your own house.
So here we sit, on arguably, the most anticipated day for 5,000 years.
*This is a mini series that I've chose to do with all the "end of times" nonsense going around. It is about a zombie apocalypse.
Sorry it's kind of short. The next one is going to be good though :) Chapter 5 *Kayla* I rode in the ambulance with Michael, even though they tried to make me stay behind.
Abigail Williams sat in the dark not even a candle piercing the shadows. The last witches would hang in the morning, she couldn't wait.
Chapter 4 *Kayla* I couldn't get that boys face out of my head. I wish I knew what his name was. The rest of the day was hopeless because I couldn't pay attention.
When he had gotten to the top of the large oak tree, the first wolf started howling. It had smelled him. He panicked, knowing that if he didn't do anything right now, they would kill him.
He thought they were going to leave without noticing him, when suddenly it struck him. If he could smell them, their wolves would definitely be able to smell him too.
He was running as fast as he could. Not thinking about anything else than his feet and the ones chasing him. Not looking at anything but the forest ahead of him.
The town had been painted red. Marvelous red that seemed to glow and enhance the suspicion that grew every moment. Red that splattered over the brick walls in alleyways.
Once upon a time... See the next page for the story. You fall into a hole and it's full of dynamite and you burn your butt and die. The end..
It's cold green eyes wandering the road, the onyx black path. The hairs on it's spine bristled like a cats; claws tensing and easing in it's frenzied breathing.
"Oh Phillip. They're gorgeous, where did you get them!" "All the way from Paris darling, made from the finest French silk." He said, kissing her tenderly down her neck.
The rain came pounding down as I sprinted through the dark forest. Clutching my side a stitch forced me to slow down. I could see the man clearly,his black clothes and his scar.
He's there. I can sense it. Lurking in the distance with his trilby piled low.
I walked down a dim alleyway with my best friend Dennis. He always wore leather. That night I asked why he wore it. He stopped and gripped my shoulders and whispered the most deadly word ... Killer.
Prologue. Everybody lies. It's a right of passage that men, women and children have to go through to become wiser. As we get older, we tend to see lying is no good for no one who comes across it.
Debbie was a strange dog. But loveable and sweet, Even though people hated her for being a stupid dog, Debbie managed to survive the hard and cold sorroundings and environment, scared and alone.
There was no one left, no one but me. Come to think of it why am I the last person on earth. Come on god.
As she sat there so blasé, drawing her cigarette plotting her moments. The man she thought she'd never not love had turned her soul black, and deep thoughts sour.
Ok so I failed my lotr fan fic but now I'm going to try to write my own story. I'm going to post it on fanfiction.com.
I'm in a dark room. the walls are a dark gray, and the floor is concrete. There are two mats on the floor, the kind you find in a gym.
Everything was black I cried for help ,but nobody answered .i started sobbing until the ghost came ,the one that pushed me out the window I shouted at him why did you bring me here the ghost replied...