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It was dark if it weren't for the moon I would have found myself surrounded by the black of the night. My walk was brisk, leaving quite out of breathe at points but I just wanted to get home.
The gale howled around the towering grey structures. It's cruel voice rustling leaves on a nearby tree. It was dim here in the unlit street.
Seems like a long time ago.. But I had intended to write stories.. Here's an early one #acorns #nightdwellers My senses are heightened. I feel their presence nearby, watching.
#nightdwellers Hang on, mate... Someone just knocked At my door. No - I'll stay on the phone... Bloody lock is stiff again. Only a prank caller. Yup.There was no-one there. Yeh..
#nightdwellers Hang on, mate... Someone just knocked At my door. No - I'll stay on the phone... Bloody lock is stiff again. Only a prank caller. Yup.There was no-one there. Yeh..
I dodge and weave between them, never pausing to look back. There's so many. The entire street is covered with them. Uncle Raymond's house isn't too far, but it's going to be hell getting there.
Chapter 1 - Tara Tara picked up her bag, relieved that another long day of work had finished. She shut down her computer and gladly watched the light on the screen die for another weekend.
Say her name six times CandyGirl.... CandyGirl..... I daren't say it again Don't hide that frown Ready for some pain.
"So Dan, where is it we're going exactly?" said Sandra, as she, Dan, and Bill zoomed by in Dan's old Pontiac." Sorry Sandra can't tell ya, but when we get there you'll be thanking me." said Dan.
He dashed into the phone box. Needing to make a call. He had to tell his wife. He'd be late home after all. Replacing the receiver. He turned to push the door. It opened just an inch.
I heard a cry. Deep in the night. Well I have to say I did get a fright. It was high pitched. And in pain it well was. it lasted for a an age. When I walked out,. Out into the woods,.
This poem was based on my post appocalyptic rp. The city in 4000 years... Im in the city at the crack of dawn, Lurking in shadows is Satan's Spawn.
Got bored and started writing, would be good if I had a story to fit around it. Jack walked over the rain-splattered cobbles of the road.
(2nd in The Fourth series!) A man walked into his large mansion on Caine street, where all the rich people lived. A new person had just moved into the small neighborhood, right next store.
Ben had to work today, and ended up leaving around 10:00 pm. He was tired and stressed from having to work in the kitchen at the local restaurant all night.
As I stepped into the avenue ,chills ran up my spine as the crooked shadows twisted around me ,pushing me to go on.
It was a cold, black and stormy night when I stumbled drunkenly out of the pub. I couldn't see or concentrate and so when a cab came zooming towards me I was relived. But it zoomed straight past me.
I was never one for long drawn out conclusions or one to linger on a topic for more than is necessary.
There was once a boy called Jonny his mum sent him to bye a cake but he dropped the money his mother was furious so she gave him some more money and told him to go and buy a liver he bought a cake...