House.
I walk these hallowed halls alone, the Walls echo history in a myriad of ways.
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I walk these hallowed halls alone, the Walls echo history in a myriad of ways.
In the white room the old blood stains are evident. Faded to an almost grey, but evident none the less. I look you in the eyes. I see fear, over whelming fear, in yours. You search my eyes for fear.
*I don't usually write stories because they're usually about people I know. Which would probably get me sued. But here's a piece of fiction inspired by random stuff...excuse my poor grammar.
The mist swam around her ankles, as if trying to swallow them into it's body. The trees framed the field, trapping both her and the mist into its twisted picture. What was she doing out here.
"I have seen unspeakable things in my life..."Shaking my head I throw the flyer to the ground ignoring it as I head toward the Central Station, there had been rumours ever since I was a young girl...
“I have seen unspeakable things in my life,” I whispered, my voice shaky, breathless, “but this tops the list.” The tiny radio in my ear cackled to life as Zimmerman answered me, his voice low, a...
She ran fast, faster than she had ever ran before down the snow covered gravel, her lungs sore from breathing in the cold air panting and looking left and right franticly looking for a way out.
There's a knock at the door. I try to appear normal after my discovery of the strange box. I open the door to answer to noone. Hmmmm, thats weird.
Crusader kingdom of Jerusalem still in control of the Middle East; terrorist attacks daily, persecution, still, of Muslims and Jews there, expansionist into Syria, Transjordan, Iraq etc.
The Grim Reaper renders you an amnesiac, unable to recall anymore. You stare blankly at the impending doom. You are scared, but cannot move. The Reaper always gets his man.
There, the battered musical box stood, on the dusty mahogany table. It plays you a tune, a haunting melody that seemingly, slowly rips your mind of its sanity.
Hello, my name is Katie berry. I'm 15 years old but let me start from the beginning of my story.
Chapter 1 (continued) ...I rested my and upon the cold concrete and waited for my last breath... I tried to stand but the pain was holding me down like a brick.
The car sped through the city. Mr. Immalatekid was getting late again. He was speeding and speeding.
"What a good party again" - Stacey thought. She's happy she's in again, with enough make-up, she looks older than she really is. And what a handsome guy, and how good he can kiss.
She knew it was wrong the day she had quit the force. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't work there anymore. Too many painful memories. Of capture. Of her dead partner. Of all those deaths.
I might write a story, here is the first part. Please comment if you would like me to write more or if you would like me to stop writing it. Chapter 1 They left me on the floor, dying.
I softly finished the delicate shading to my final piece as the clock struck five hours up. The examiner gently paced up towards me, staring at me for a while, then at my paper, then back at me.
Chapter One It was cold & it was also my first day at school. But it choose to rain either way. I ran from the car with my bag held over my head, shielding me from the dampness.
It was a day like any other. Spencer had been in the business for ten years. Just another day, another assignment. Little did he know, it would be his last. He had to meet up with a girl named Trudy.
Whenever she woke up in the morning, she had to realize again and again how miserable her life was. School day again. Oh why, why does she have to see them together each day, every moment.
All I could remember when I woke up was her body spread out on the floor, her eyes wide with terror and the man who killed her coming after me. The nurse came by to check on my in the hospital bed.
I started running. As I reached the forest, I thought back. What did I know about running from dangerous criminals. I numbered them off. 1.You don't trust anyone.
The boy was running. He didn't know why. He didn't know where. He didn't know how long he could last. All the boy knew was that if he stopped, it would get him. The lion behind him.