Hansel And Gretel 6
Food is running out, Hansels eaten almost every edible thing in my house.
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Food is running out, Hansels eaten almost every edible thing in my house.
80 miles an hour down the motor way. Radio 1 blaring out tangy tunes that makes me feel like one of those vibrant, indie people who live everyday as though it were their last.
Waiting [Story] Some of Chapter One I lay in my bed; my room is dark and oh so cold.
Darkness, consuming the light, devouring it, hiding it. It engulfs me, covers me, swallows me. I am smothered with it, unable to escape it.
"Stop. Please. Leave me alone!" Mel screams in agony, their words stinging the air, and their actions killing her. And for the first time, they do. They leave her, leave her on the floor, broken.
Afternoon sunlight streamed through the window, pouring it's warmth into my dreams. I groggily sat up, pushing my hair out of my eyes. My boyfriend was still fast asleep next to me.
The new room was a copy of the one I woke up in. The only difference was that in the center of the room there was a few somethings sitting around a small table. Curious, I walked closer.
Nothing. That's what I feel. Black. White. I'm not sure. All I know is that I have to get out. Nothing is boring. Nothing is strange. I hate it. 'Let me out.' Nothing. 'Let me out.' Nothing. 'Let. Me.
Not surprisingly Hansel Is the first to grab bulging handfuls of food. The poor thing looked like skin and bone. He needed this food if he were to be a nice dinner for my friends and I.
Hansel steps into my house willingly, but Gretel is cautious. She lingers by the door unsure of what may come if she takes that small step.
At the stroke of nine, the moon began to shine. All was well in Bill's town, except for news that really casted a frown.
-"Hello grandma how are you today. I hope you'll have a good stay." -"My dear, I am so tiresome. But look at you. You are so handsome. I say without a snare.
"Mommy, there's a monster under my bed!," whined Bobby. "Jeez," thought Carol, "he's at it again!" Wearily, she staggered to her feet and mounted the flight of stairs to her son's bedroom.
I open my eyes, the darkness surrender me, am laying down, trap in some confine space, I can hardly move my limbs, I can hardly breath, I start searching for away out, I start to sweat and breathe...
4 An experienced person will recognize their movements. The slight twitching of a jaw. They may catch a look at their fingernails, most of which are stained, thick and ground pointed.