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The blood was everywhere or so it seemed for Sara. Her dress was ruined and so was the carpet, the stray thought about cleaning bills sneaking into her mind uninvited.
This is real scary I screamed hushed because it was late "strawberries" And started eating my strawberry pj bottoms Scary is it not?.
Alan was very brave that day and went to the castle that had rumours of frightful creatures. He went into a dark room he bumped into something he turned on his light and screamed.
BASED ON A TRUE NIGHTMARE EXPERIENCED BY ME :) Chaper 1: The Pale Tiger The rain hit hard against the windows.
I woke up in a island there was nothing around me I look about there was death above me..
I feel blind, engulfed by darkness and isolation. The only thing I can feel is the cracked concrete ground. My senses are slow, and my movements haphazard. The only sense I can work is smell.
can'tbreathecan'tbreathecan'tbreathe. air. why are we leaning. another plane ohshitohshitnottheothertowernowhy. probably another coming my way maybe not but do I.
Alan Brooks, the wizard of the deck, raised his game another level. "Come on John put your money where your mouth is" He urged vigorously "One more game double or quits, what do you say?".
Little Ralphie Werewolf was facing his annual quandary of what to get his mother, Wanda Werewolf, for Mother's Day.
There were 2 girls, an older sister and a younger sister. They lived in a fairly safe neighborhood. One day they went to the park. As usual, there were many happy families there.
I laughed at him, laughed when he said he was going to do it. That he was finally going to end it, and all I did was laugh. It was funny, hilarious really, he wouldn't do it and I knew it.
My sister's 12th birthday party started out like any other birthday party. Friends and family were over to celebrate, presents were opened and cake was eaten.
For years, a mysterious fortune-telling game has been very popular with teenage girls in Japan. They call it “Future Husband” or “Futute Spouse”.
Alan sat quietly at his scathing performance review, wondering if his ability to discern the hidden inner species of other individuals was a gift or a curse.
They feast on weak minds, lurking in the shadows, waiting to overthrow them. They emerge from the darkness and infest the brain, poisoning it with black thoughts.
Do you ever notice that you're accidentally following someone as you walk home in the half-light haze of the evening sky. Do you ever continue to follow them, just to see where they go.
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When the dirt hits your coffin... Just go to sleep... I don't wanna die. So you're gonna have to....
Hey, I was just wondering if someone would be able to read through a short story I made earlier, either one of them to give me some criticism and let me know how good I actually am at writing.
And the angel left me to die. The angle fled hell and climbed the steep stairwell to heaven... Leaving death behind in its path. There was no angel now to guide me, nor to heal my bloodied wounds.
With two children going missing in the small village of Steeple Dale in the past year the villagers were very wary of any faces they didn't recognize in their town.
Susan and Ned were driving through a wooded empty section of highway. Lightning flashed, thunder roared, the sky went dark in the torrential downpour. “We’d better stop,” said Susan.
There they were. All the people I had come to love over the years lined into a single file just waiting for their death.
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 that be" she mused.