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If your stuck at my contest , here is an example of what I'm looking for. As Lucy crept along the hallway of the old deserted house she heard her phone ring. It was her boyfriend Matt.
We don't have much else to talk about, we've bored the subject of wine tasting, politics, money and general gossip. Is that all these people talk about. I think, again.
Back just about 30 years ago, a young woman was just getting over the death of her boyfriend, who had just recently died in a car accident.
The sky was clear and starry. The full moon cast white shadows in the cobbled streets of Dublin, Ireland.
The Security Camera is a scary short story about two boys who encounter a terrifying ghost in a convenience store at night.
As the seasons change, From winter to spring, New tales are told, More stories to bring. Through summer The fireplace has no uses at all, But as the cold air draws near, The ash soon will fall.
One of my darker ones I wrote a while back.... Can't say I didn't warn you.
Deep in thought, she gazed out of the window. Her head was hurting terrible after her long and tiring day at work and she kept on looking at her watch, fearful of being late again.
Frames and pictures, peeling walls. Faded paintings haunt the halls. Dusted floorboards, empty beds, Withered air of pain and dread.
by: Thomas Hardy (1840-1928) PON a noon I pilgrimed through A pasture, mile by mile, Unto the place where I last saw My dead Love’s living smile.
#halloweenparty. His face can be seen in the uppermost window. Watching with those intent eyes. Behind him, the amber glow. A beacon of light in the dark skies. A curious candle of red and black.
A swirling black mist covers the moors. Seeping and weeping inside of the doors. Small cosy dwellings, so welcome and warm. Discourage the ghosts that outside do swarm.
#halloweenparty. The resident ghosts of Carpenters Inn. Are hidden in the sumptuous walls within. Not sad or lonely, there as happy as can be. Because they were once invited to the best party.
Sighing through the shadows. Thinking thoughts of gloom. Twas fun for quite a while. But now don't give it room. I'm sick of spooky games. Of scaring little children. And adults often too.
Chapter 7. Sorry had the urge to continue. It's been a while but hopefully it's still okay to carry on with. Enjoy peoples. 'Fre-' Hunter slaps a hand to his forehead.
The chat last night was not a success at all. It had just made Rowan more confused about their mysterious death. The next night Rowan woke knowing something had woken her but what was it.
"Liam, don't go!" I yelled pointlessly. He couldn't hear me. I ran after him. I don't know why. What could I do to help him.
Today was the day that his truest love returns. He wanted to hear all about what she had learnt. She and some friends were backpacking together. He told his sweetheart that he would wait forever.
"I'm going to be late mum. Hurry up". Shouted Emma on her first day of high school. "Oh Emma calm down you have half a hour before school starts" Emma has been looking forward to this day all her...
#emotion. #household. They released me. To avenge my love. A divine angel. Sent from the heavens above. In the beautiful garden. Overgrown with spite. I stood in the centre. Alabaster white.
Adult content only 18+ My name is Tess Marshall and I was 27 when I was murdered. I had only been working at the video shop for a few months on the night that I was brutally taken from my family.
Lachlan looked up at me, his silvery eyes pleading. I didn't know what to say to him, I hadn't known since he saved me from myself.
I woke up earlier than usual today, I could tell it was going to be a very hot day because the sun shone though my supposedly 'sun block' curtains.
Ice hanging from the ceilings,. Glittering, reflecting shadows,. Hooked by light catching your eyes,. Reeled in from the oceans waves,. Phantom standing in the sand,. Caves of life not far behind,.