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Chapter 1 Rose lay in bed staring out of the window into the empty street below, the streetlights flickered on and off. Rose hated darkness, it frightened her, so every night she kept her lamp on.
This is the new chapter please read and comment. Chapter two LUCAS The next day I had my usual morning lessons, maths with Mr Blade and English with Mrs Candle. I wasn’t looking forward to history.
This is the new chapter please read and comment. Chapter two LUCAS The next day I had my usual morning lessons, maths with Mr Blade and English with Mrs Candle. I wasn’t looking forward to history.
The bubbling brook. The shimmering stream. The radiant river. I'm all alone. No one wanted to come with me so I came alone. Standing by the river, locked from view by the grassy veil. Solitude.
We all jumped and looked around frantically for the source of the voice but found nobody. 'Don't be frightened, my dears. We're just going to be playing a little game.
Hi, this Is my first ever story posted on opuss, so if there is anything wrong with it please comment. Just comment to let me know your thoughts... Thanks and enjoy.
'It looks like a pile of crap now, but in a few months' time this pile of crap will be home sweet home. Hey, what am I talking about.
Ok guys I'm thinking about writing another story, it's a murder mystery sort of thing, since you guys are the readers I wanna hear what you think. Also I need a title, anyone got any ideas on that.
“When the clock strikes twelve you will see” Was what was written all over the decaying rotten walls of the new house .Jenna was curious about what it meant, but when she asked her parents what it...
A light-diamond globule drips from green-skinned rosy flesh. A million screeches combine to form a cacophony of chirruping. This just doesn’t seem to entice me anymore.
Before I start I just want to point out this is 100% true and it happened earlier today.
There's a monster in my house in my house. It must be as quiet as a mouse as a mouse. For I never hear it. Nor does it leave a trace. I have never even seen its face.
#TheOpussDead It was the same dream again. Melody thrashed beneath the covers, sweat beading her forehead, her heart pounding in her somnolent state.
“When the clock strikes twelve you will see” Was what was written all over the decaying rotten walls of the new house .Jenna was curious about what it meant, but when she asked her parents what it...
I picked the miscellaneous tape up from the floor and dropped it into my handbag to tidy it up. It was a deep green Radley bag. Lush like a forest of summer leaves: my favourite colour.
2/2 With a burst of mischief he leapt over the counter and gently pulled off the handkerchief. Underneath was an object the likes of which he had never seen before.
" do you get it. " said Jack, " hmmm " I replied " yeah I do get it..." " ok then do you think I should show the girls?" " yerr " I mumbled, I was blown away. Could it be the last transition Point.
As I entered the room I noticed that her walls were covered with posters of boy bands. Most of them were of Olly Murs and one direction. I couldn’t help but shudder at the sight of these.
Frank put my down on the floor outside my house. I looked around. Then down at myself. I was shivering. Trembling. Remembering the sights I saw. The blood. What it said. Who lied. Frank patted my...
A spooky(ish) story without a name. If people enjoy it, I'll continue the second part. Either way, enjoy. Stretching, I awoke from my sleep. As usual the birds sang cheerfully as ever.
It all started when I was walking home from school on a Wednesday afternoon. It was winter so I was cold, so cold that it made your nose run and your eyed stream.
This is a riddle, can you figure it out. One sunny afternoon, Madoka-chan and her mother went for a walk in the park.
Once upon a time, when mother earth still was young, something strange happend that came to change the planet forever. Now, let us begin the story. The wind came from the north.
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.