The orange sky that haunted the clouds above, the man stood there fixing his white hair and looked at a mask.
A mask that was originally white, but now it wall all black, with white painted flowers over it.
"You did love your garden, didn't you Lindsley? Well, the school got burnt down and I'm sorry I couldn't save it." The man spoke up as he sat down by
"Sorry I couldn't get you a grave too. Was a little busy painting the town red." The man sighed, he looked at the mask.
"I remember you asked me why I kept it. I told you it was a past that I'm not proud off. It was white when I showed it to you, but now... Black with the darkened blood of all the people I killed." "Lindsley, seems like monst...
Mory lives in a world where everybody's got their own special set of powers from a certain animal. On the day of his graduation from the Bird Land Academy, insect warriors sneak into his homeland and carry out a surprise attack that kills his father and triggers a massive war. An infuriated Mory leaves home and dives right into the war so he can get revenge
In a city full of laps in 2050 it was the start of gene modification when a group of illegal scientists throw their gene expeirments garbage in sewers a rat exposed to them and mutated into a beast 7 ft tall and a muscular body like a train carriyng huge truck he could see any rat in mile area.........a body like wearing torn coat............a scream that
can break glass and destroy weapons...........and a super strength,with all that he was attacking any lap that harm animals like those who turned him into that beast with no mercy. Rumers said that he was a beast that hunted the sewers. after a while of killing scientists, destroying laps and saving thousands of rats , scientists kept it as a secret to reassur...
I just wanted to take the time to say the things I’ll never get to say to you off my chest. You, you were my light in the darkness. The rainbow at times my everything. It was the way you looked at me displaying an image of being the only girl that gave you the sparkle in your eyes. It was the way you take my hand and pat it softly
like a baby being rocked to sleep. It was the way you linger the words “ I love you” of the tip of your tongue that made me melt like butter. I thought I had myself all figured out before meeting you. But, before I could you cast me with your spell and picked me up off my two feet to a place where I didn’t think I had within. Your words did the trick. ...
“Zinnia, I’m home,” Mrs. Robinson called from the kitchen. The wind howled outside and fat raindrops ran down the windows. There was no response from the dark house.
“Zinnia, sweetie, come get some dinner,” she said hopefully. Nothing.
Finally, Mrs. Robinson put down the sacks of groceries and marched down the hall to her
“Come on, eat some dinner,” she said while opening the door.
There was nobody in the bedroom. She checked under the bed, the closet, and under the rug. Nothing. Only a dripping, black painted handprint below the open window. Mrs. Robinson fell to the floor and burst into tears.
I just don’t know what to say. My older sister Sarah would tell me to speak from my heart. Blake Andrew might say something incredibly intellectual, possibly from his textbooks, and I wouldn’t understand. I’ll figure it out.
I still don’t know what to say. Everyone’s gonna be there. Mama and Dad will
be watching. Blake and Sarah. Everyone will be watching me, scrawny little Genesis Clarke with my hair down to my waist. As the old saying goes, the show must go on. Most people have mixed feelings about me giving speeches, but I don't mind.
This time he’s really done it, that hateful creep. Just two days before, and Blake...
I never thought that I would end up here. Alone. In a dark room. Black curtains. The walls painted an ominous gray. A dark rug, stained with something lighter that looked extremely suspicious. Whatever. I was used to it.
My family used to call me the eternal peacemaker. I was always calm about frightening things, such as the car crash that changed my
life. There was blood everywhere. My brother's neck twisted at an odd angle. His arm dislocated and slung over the seat weirdly. Antonio Maxwell, a great man in the making, died that day. And I don't blame him. I didn't have a choice but to get out and face my rescuers. I would have rather stayed.
We were alone, on a twisty highway from Valenport City to th...
how did it came to this Points Murderous Psychopath of an Angelnoid Stab me and it looks like this is how I'm going to die and then Beautiful angel coming from the sky to save me or I am dreaming Well my name is Leo and this is how one day made my life to normal to Unnatural this is me and my sister how Got into the world of the dimensional.
that dream again A beautiful girl with a Halo and Golden Cross Shape in her eyes it was Glowing a golden color as well with Majestic black hair Come to save me of all people and then I hear a voice saying, LEO GETS UP it time to get up Leo say ok I'm up what is it we're are going to be late for school This is my little sister Kate Well I forgot to make breakfa...
It was five in the afternoon and Lily Evans was bored. She was sitting on the edge of her bed, thinking of the homework she still had to do. She would much rather be spending this time reading. She got up and looked out of her window. There was a man with a bag hanging off of his shoulder.
The mailman. She thought. Finally. Something for me to do…
walked out of her room and went down the stairs. Her father was sitting on the couch, reading the paper, and her mother was in the kitchen making something that smelled like roast beef.
“I'm going to get the mail.” She called to her father as she walked to the front door.
“Okay dear. Come right back, okay?” her mother hailed.
Mr. Roy walked inside the gate towards the door crossing the green lawn with pavement decoration of pebbles and flowering plants such as pansy and oleander. He makes his move towards the body of Mr. David lying on an expensive embroidered carpet in a study room. He was flabbergasted to see there was no forced entry; there was no one else in the home except
for the victim with just one coffee mug and a novel half lying on the table.
The preliminary death investigation began. Evidences seemed to have magically disappeared regardless of intense search. All the family members which included his Mother, Sister, Son and People who visited the man that day were interrogated which led to no conclusion of any kind. ...
“Montaine, Jesus fuck I aint dying so some crime lord can have some peace of mind tonight!” Kevin gripped tightly to the piloting controls of his ship.
There was a loud noise and a proximity alarm sounded. Montaine observed the situation as calmly as he could from his prison cell. Evidently, though the bounty hunter had taken every precaution, the
syndicate may have found him. Whether by the judgment of galactic government or the law of his own people Montaine would be executed. After all the lives he had taken he no longer cared for judgment. In his mind there was no penance. He never wanted to become a monster.
In a cigarette infected throaty voice Montaine spoke with hints of a French accent. “Misu...
You hear a violent, disturbed scream. You have no clue where you are or why you’re here. You have two choices, scream for help or observe your surroundings. You decide that the best course of action is to observe your surroundings, that way you’ll know if you’re actually in any sort of danger. You figure looking around may provide you with some sort of
tool for protection, just in case.
You slowly open your eyes and realize that you are in a padded room. White pads surround you. The room isn’t in good condition at all, the pads on the ceiling are peeled back ever so slightly. The floor’s padding is worn down to a thread, someone has obviously been pacing around the room. The wall’s padding h...
Tell me, if you were alone in your room and heard an unfamiliar voice, what would you do? Probably scream your guts out, just like me. And that's how I met it. By being scared to death in a fine fall evening, while listening to music. It was my fairy. Yes, it may not sound real. Even I didn't believe it. I still don't. But I wanted to. Who wouldn't want
their wish to come true without rubbing a lamb? I was trying to see what was in front of me between my sweaty and shaking hands. Weird enough, it didn't look anything like the ones in the tales. A small ball of light. That's what it was. “I will grant a wish within the depth of your heart. But I want something in return. Think well. Not everyone gets a chan...
He was a minute too late. He’d run to her house, only to discover his girlfriend lifeless, cold, pale, and on the floor.The cuts were too deep this time. “Why didn't you tell me?” He questions the dead body he used to know as his lover. The razor, marked with the blood of her all over it, had slipped out of her hand as she lost consciousness moments
before. The breathing had stopped seconds before he reached her. He now holds her in his arms, wondering if it was his fault.
The ambulance rushes her into the hospital, and about an hour later, she is declared dead. He collapses to the floor, screaming in the most painful way. His once cheerful girlfriend is now gone, and he cries until no more tears ca...