Opening the door slightly‚ I was greeted with a thick wall of darkness. Peering out into the inky blackness of the passageway‚ I tried to clam myself down to go down to the kitchen to grab some candles to light up the house. I finally felt ready to go down ‚ as if I was fighting a war with the darkness. As I opened the door‚ the door seemed to come alive‚ making a creak sound‚ warning me not to go out of this room. Biting my lip‚ I groped around the black darkness. I quickly made my way towards the
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Summer was dead‚ but autumn had not yet been born when the ibis came to the bleeding tree. It’s strange that all this is so clear to me‚ now that time has had its way. But sometimes (like right now) I sit in the cool green parlor‚ and I remember Doodle. Doodle was about the craziest brother a boy ever had. Doodle was born when I was seven and was‚ from the start‚ a disappointment. He seemed all head‚ with a tiny body that was red and shriveled like an old man’s. Everybody thought he was going to
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Once upon a time there were four pigs and two wolfs. In the deep dark woods‚ outside of New York. There was Petty‚ she was a pink pig. She was the nicest pig and the youngest. She had one sister and two mean brothers. There was Betty‚ she was a pink pig with black dots. She liked to get work done unlike her brothers. She had two mean‚ bossy‚ selfish brothers and one nice‚ funny‚ respectful sister. There was Benny‚ he was a pink pig. He was mean to his sisters because he thought they shouldn’t be
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Sly sat at the wheel of his 69 BOSS Mustang staring at the bright red traffic lights. He glanced around at the two cars around him; he could see a black Nissan GTR and on his right a silver Porsche 911 turbo. He pushed the gas pedal‚ loudly revving the engine in anticipation of the green light. He was timing the light change having timed it earlier that day. He counted Three‚ Two‚ One‚ he put the car into gear and floored the accelerator‚ the car jerked forward and sped off the line spinning the
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He is running through the woods‚ trying to get away. He did not know what from‚ he just knew he had to run. He kept hearing this whisper that said “you can run‚but you can not hide” which he did not know what he did or why this was happening to him. He decides to leave the island and he can’t because there is something that won’t let him even touch the water‚ he can not leave. He tries again because he do not believe this is happening to him. He goes back and runs as fast as he can to get through
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the shock of an injured or unsightly ghoul sauntering through his door has lessened immensely. it’s almost expected‚ truly. “ what am i‚ a witch doctor now ? ” an icy comment‚ but it’s a step above telling him to find someone else. something stops him from saying it. he can’t send him away. tyler sighs‚ heavy and tired as he leaves his perch behind the desk to approach rudi. “ t’fuck happened ? and don’t lie. i won’t be able to fix it properly if there’s any special attributes i don’t
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The Shadow The glistening‚ white snow fell slowly to the ground outside the window. The distinct shapes of the snowflakes shown; the light from the street lamp seeping through the cracks. The mumble of the heater in the corner of the room; the faint sound of the blood dripping onto the floor were the only sounds. He lay there; motionless. The thuds were entering the silent room once again. The creaking of the wooden floor grew louder and louder. Still the light of the street lamp shone through
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Storm pulled the oversize sports bag off the back seat‚ unzipped it and took out the two backpacks stuffed inside. He swung the straps of the three bags over his shoulder and set off up the path to the surgery entrance. At the top of the steps‚ he tapped the five digits into the security control keypad. The was a metallic click from the lock mechanism‚ the lights flashed to verify the sequence was correct‚ and he turned the key. The oxygen tanks were easy to find inside the storage room‚ right where
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In the classroom the shades were drawn. It was Saturday and there were no classes. Borden was looking at the pictures the drone had taken of the gorge. Most of them were too cloudy to see anything‚ but the color pervaded in various hues on the newly widened and deepened cavern that once was a normal gorge with trees and brush and birds. None of that remained. He was getting disenchanted with the images when the last few revealed activity at the seemingly fathomless bottom. There were figures that
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Creative Writing: The Fossilized Story of Mr. Allosaurus As the mud starts to surround me I am no longer able to breathe. I catch my last gasp of air and feel a few last raindrops fall on my head. I say goodbye to my Earth and my land. My mouth and lungs fill with mud that travels throughout my system. I am blinded by the wet black soil that has been downpoured on so hard that it has become deadly. I am frightened. Slowly inch by inch I sink farther and deeper in the mud. My life will
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