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The thunder was so loud, it didn't seen real, like a dragon in a dream. Lightning flashed and cracked, too close for anyone's taste. Ferris pulled her blanket around her.
'Hem!' The young woman coughs. 'Your attention PLEASE!' Silence. 'Thank you. Now for my announcement. Who is this years saviour for The Halders day.
Once we got a room we were so tired that we want straight to bed. I didn't dream at all so it was a rather peaceful sleep. I was awoken by the lovely ray of sunlight leaking through the window.
No one Else (part 2) Sophie gazed up at the cabin. It looked sturdy enough to her. She loved living in California. She thought it was so beautiful and perfect in every little way.
Blood stained lips Pale white skin 3 dead brides No living kin. Long sharp teeth Nails to match Hair as dry As cottage thatch. Long black cloak Hides from daylight The original creature Of the night.
Theo, Vargulf and I piled into the Impala, a supply of silver swords and crossbow bolts stashed in the trunk.
Icy wind plagues the silent village. Diamond drops of crystal clear rain cascade onto the roofs of brown, straw huts. A eerie onyx black house sits on the looming, obsidian hill.
Deep scarlet blood splatters across the gleaming ivory snow. A trail of destruction leads through the hibernating forest to a veiled cave. Water drips in diamond drops from the freezing wet walls.
Towering cold stone walls cast eerie black shadows over the rough path. Tripping and stumbling on razor sharp rocks I sprint breathlessly through the terrifying Labyrinth.
#darknursery. Puff the magic dragon lived by the sea,. Hunting in the autumn mist after a little boy called Lee,. Little Jackie Paper was Puff's last lunch,.
For @overskill a dedicated follower. I stare at the enterance to the maze. Once I enter, I may never leave. I gulp. Then square my shoulders and enter. It's dark.
Together we run. She keeps up with ease. More than I expected. I'm beginning to like her. Always positive. Well, nearly always. I hold up my hand.
"Nice, doggy..." The animal was hunched on all fours, teeth bared. Riley was in trouble.
I started to follow the paw prints, walking rather than running as thoughts began springing into my head. Where had "It" gone. Why wasn't I dead already.
A monster born of wind and lies, Holding greedy sin in yellow eyes, With a virgin girl's head, Forever lost in unwed, Talons to bleed the dead, Flesh never left un-shred, Great grey wings of...
It's been, at most, four days since John passed. She can't remember when it happened. All she knows is that the beast is to blame.
Yes, a minor wyrm. You know, medium sized scaly reptile with an appetite for anything remotely to do with civilisation. No. You need to get out more.
I had written this story for the 500 words radio 2 competition. Unfortunately I do not think that it got through :( please tell me what I need to improve. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Run. Left foot.
A geology expedition in the Amazon uncovers fossilized evidence from the Devonian period of a link between land and sea animals in the form of a skeletal hand with webbed fingers. Expedition leader...