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In her head she's screaming for help. Her cold hands grasp through the frigid night air, trying to find anything to help her support herself.
I.Prologue Charlotte. Demons everywhere all around me, and the body's, oh it was worse than any hell I could imagine.
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Written with my younger brother x --------------------------------- One day I woke up on a island in the middle of nowhere. I spotted a tree near by and chopped the trunk up with my bare hands.
The darker it became outside, the more restless Ivy became. No one in the Compound liked the dark, so at 5pm prompt, the lights would gain full power and brighten every nook and cranny.
In the history of stupid decisions I've made, walking the two and a half miles to my friend's house at 1 a.m. with no cell phone because the car wasn't working...well, that probably takes the cake.
Oh how strange. To have a dream of being an Red Indian. I have no idea where THAT popped from, no TV, book or Internet memory of having seen anything that would have triggered it.
In the centre of the wall, a single red light flickered on. The small, black speaker below it crackled into life, and a cold, metallic voice filled the room.
One day a group of people went in a under ground cave and there was a horrible sound approaching to us it was the terrible sound it sounded like a zombie dogs and ghosts we was in the hell of death...
Day1, I'm in a big shop with other people around me and 3 guards guarding the entrance, so that zombies don't tear us to pieces and start eating our insides.
Crash bang crash bang. Boom boom boom. Please welcome the horrible Harry. "What did you just Jordan" "Nothing sir bye sir" I hate Harry he bossed me about. I went in there to write this story.
The Chief he rounded up his men. And built himself a secret den. A place to hide a place to plot. A place to go when the earth got hot. There was no helping the humankind.
Today I watched a Episode of Extreme Makeover: Home Edition, the story of this Makeover was about a boy named Ty who used to get bullied in School and in the end took his own life.
These words so painfully earned will serve in inadequacy to describe the veracity of the storm that possesses our camp.
The snowstorm had reached it's peak, but in a relatively good time - the citadel gate was in sight and the guards were coming to our aid.
I always wondered how my life would turn out. When you're young you have dreams, and aspirations, but in my case, all I had was hope.... I hoped that I could escape this prison.
Shadowland I hated this time. Everything was dead and empty. The ground was dry and cracked; an attempt to starve us into submission.
The flames licked the wooden frames, as the helpless screams joined the ever growing noise of the battle, the fae were a ferocious and devious adversary, seeking only terror and mayhem to fulfil...
Watching the chaos unfold from my window, I knew there was nothing I could do.
Food is running out, Hansels eaten almost every edible thing in my house.
Once upon a time there was a person who was playing football and he wanted to get something so he crossed the road half way but he got run over by a car But one day he became a zombie and he killed...
Candy, not her real name of course, just a name she figured fitted her job. Sweet enough to be violated, she jokingly thought.
This story was inspired by a bus journey where i thought of the word Newark, then I started thinking....... In 2098, The historical floods that inspired the bible story return.