Behind The Scenes With The Writers Of "This Is The End"
#FridayFun Here is the behind the scenes of the last Funday.
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#FridayFun Here is the behind the scenes of the last Funday.
#FridayFun #nightdwellers It slides close to me, a chill wraps up my spine, A ghostly presence haunting me, clawing at my mind.
#FridayFun #nightdwellers It slides close to me, a chill wraps up my spine, A ghostly presence haunting me, clawing at my mind.
#FridayFun #nightdwellers It slides close to me, a chill wraps up my spine, A ghostly presence haunting me, clawing at my mind.
#FridayFun #nightdwellers It slides close to me, a chill wraps up my spine, A ghostly presence haunting me, clawing at my mind.
#FridayFun #nightdwellers It slides close to me, a chill wraps up my spine, A ghostly presence haunting me, clawing at my mind.
Everyday, it gets so much harder to breathe. The pains of the world are being carried on my chest, metaphorically of course.
Dylan stared at Audrey with her eyes wide open.
This is something I wrote from long, long time ago, while I was a high school student, doing a assignment for one of English class.
Once upon a Wednesday, back in 1952 An old lady had died, and her body turned quite blue Her boiler had packed up, and with no money for repair Her fragile heart succumbed to the chill within the...
We kept the cellar door locked. Nobody ever went down there. Not my mom, not my dad, no one. Not even my older brothers, Ben and Dylan.
Lately, weird things have been happening in the house. Well, I must say, it's not like as if it's new to me. It happened when I was eight. My sisters and I were... terrorised.
Both of Peter’s hands were sealed tightly together like an oyster, held a foot in front of his pumping chest. His hands were so tightly forced, that water could be kept between them in an orb.
Feelings of ill will come to the fore. Repressed desire banging on the door. Malign emotions erupting in souls once pure. Spite and malice more than we can endure.
~True story~ ~Not mine~ In 1977, a family who lived in a rented council house in Enfield UK, began a terrifying ordeal when a Poltergeist took over their lives.
There was a teenage girl named Annie. She was a normal girl just like any other, except for when the “thing” happened.
"You are not welcome here. This is not the place for you!" Forgach commanded. "It is time for you to leave." Everyone's eyes were focused on him, looking for help, looking for re assurance.
I've got a daemon inside And I like it, When she writhes, Fills me, takes control, The way she lights me up, And turns me into Something to be feared, Loved, revered, An object of...
ℳℯʟαηιℯ ©All rights reserved ╳❖╳❖╳❖╳❖╳ I stared at the girl before me in scrutiny. Her story seemed too good to be true.
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Just a little idea, thinking of doing a series to it FEEDBACK!!!. I never belived in the soul snatchers until the day my best friend, Lucas got possessed by one. It all began on a rainy Thursday.
Enjoy Guys. I ride to make it a little longer, I don't know if it is though. Hopefully...
Here is chapter 4. Please in comments if you can think of a very powerful dark name, please can you tell me. Thank you. It's a tad short. Chapter 4 "Dark side.
Darren felt his jaws being forced open but as he reached out to stop it, he realised that there was nothing physical causing it.