It was was a normal night as usual for Phil and his family. Wash up, eat dinner, say a prayer and go to bed. However, the peaceful night would suddenly devolve into terror at their house. The whole family went to sleep that night and Phil could not fall asleep, so he went to get a glass of water, his mouth was dry, and proceeded toward the kitchen. He looked at the dark night sky and saw something in the shadows, a bright light. however he responded to this unusual bright light with a melancholy demeanor. Phil went upstairs and walked into his room and laid back down on his bed, next to his wife, his children downstairs in their rooms sleeping happily forever. Phil fell asleep, however a few minutes later Phil woke up struggling to breath, smoke in the air, and heat nearly burning his flesh as the house was engulfed in flames. To most many would react in a startled manner, however Phil didn’t think anything a just remained in bed almost willing to die as he knew his family would die as well. It was the last worldly gasps of breath that Phil would take as a mortal being. Phil, oddly woke up the next day, however his house was untouched by flames, and his family was still alive. In normal routine, he ate breakfast, got dressed, put his coat on and went to work in his ‘67 Chevy Camaro, a personal vehicle he had owned for a while, but treasured dearly. Phil got in his car and drove on his daily route to work. On the the way to his job, Phile entered a tunnel that was normally
“Uh, yeah! Sure!” When I knew I was l alone I ran all over town looking for the source of the snow. I finally found it at an abandoned warehouse just outside of town. I waited a couple of seconds before saying something but before I could, someone spoke.
One of the fire department members was standing outside of the front door saying that something was wrong, that there was a fire. My brother grabbed his phone and called my dad. I threw on my fire pants and gloves and went inside. It hadn't quite crossed my mind what had happened yet so when I saw that the floor was pitch black, I thought it had gotten painted and no one had mentioned it. It was so dark and foggy inside that I went for the light switch. They didn’t work, but then I noticed something else. The cobwebs near it were covered in soot. That’s when I realized how much trouble we were in.
I could not walk near the window. That was a rule, because they were afraid that I would fall out of the window. On one of these walks, mom started by saying “You probably want to know the fire about the fire, right?” I pushed the oxygen tank ahead of me which was my way of saying yes without speaking. Mom understood and started telling the story: how the fire started, where exactly it started, the normal stuff. I had been wondering why dad had not visited me, and now I know. Dad was dead. He died while saving me. He threw me out of our burning house. But just as it happened a burning section of the wall caved in on him so he had do escape. No more building projects, jokes at the dinner table, or Dad at football games. The firefighters found his body, resting against me in his office. He knew that he needed oxygen, but he let me live by not taking the oxygen and giving it to me. I felt the sting. I killed my
As the sun was rising the RV returned in the same spot that it was before parked right in front of us. The door flew open and Dad came flying out the door.Negan then spoke "Let me ask you something, Rick. Do you even know what that little trip was about?" Dad didn't know how to answer him and was looking around in shock and disbelief. Negan then yelled "Speak when you're spoken to." Which made me jump at the sudden elevation in his voice. Dad said "Okay, Okay." Negan said "It was about the way you looked at me I wanted to change that.I wanted you to understand.But you're still looking at me the same damn way like I shit in your scrambled eggs, and that's not gonna work. So do I give you another chance?" Dad said "Yeah." Negan laughed and said "Alright.And here it is -- the grand-prize game. What you do next will decide whether your crap day becomes everyone's last crap day or just another crap day. Get some guns to the back of their heads.Now level with their noses, so if you have to fire it'll be a real mess."Negan pointed to Carl and said "Kid right here. Kidnow." Carl got up and walked over to Negan and as Carl walked over to him Negan smiled at me. Then he looked back at Carl and said "You a southpaw?" Carl asked "Am I a what?" Negan rephrased "You a lefty?" Carl said "No." "Negan said "Good." and he took off his belt and wrapped it around Carl's arm and asked "That hurt?" "No." Carl replied. Negan had a smile on his face and said "Should. It's supposed to. Alright get
“Well, now, let me think about it for a minute, I want to be reasonable. With all the money you make at the drug store, you can afford $800 a month to start. Remember, I know how much you go,” Nancy said and snickered.
I ran up the pavement, never once looking back at Phil. I didn’t even want to consider thinking about how red I was. Why did I blush so much? I finally arrived at the porch and clambered up the steps. I shut the door behind me breathlessly. I dropped my bag and slid to the ground, still using the door as support. My heartbeat was all I could hear, thrumming quickly and filling my ears.
“You’re in danger. There are things I need to tell you but can’t” he said.
The winter air of New York stung her face as she stepped off the train platform. After what felt like hours on the train from Pennsylvania, she welcomed the fresh air. She had a lovely time visiting her relatives; however, she was glad to be back home in the city. Her eyes were heavy with sleep, but it would still be some time before she could make it home to rest. She decided to wait until the crowd of passengers hailing taxis thinned out to claim her own.
“There’s been an accident,” Noah Baker heard his eldest brother Keith breath into the phone. His breathe suddenly stops. Noah’s heart started pounding in his chest looking for an escape. Beads of sweat start to form on his face. He don’t know if it was because he ran out of school the second the last bell rung or because he was scared. “Noah, can you hear me?” Keith asked. Noah ignored the callings of bye from his friends. Using his left hand to cover his left ear, Noah’s other hand press his phone to his ear.
As I returned from my walk I hear voices, her voice seemed different; like she was relaxed and happy for once. I slammed the door open,”What are you doing,” I screamed. While grabbing the first thing I could find, two glass bottles, and stormed over to Van and whatever her name is.”You should learn that I always get my way. Be quiet and don’t fight me. You will be fine if you do what I tell you to do when I tell you.”I lifted up the first bottle and struck her first, but as it shattered over her head I heard a shriek of a high pitched noise right before she passed out. I stumbled back, stunned that such a horrid noise could come from such a small being. I just stared at her; she looked sad, but what did I care, this was fun. I picked up the other bottle and started to walk towards Van, he just looked at me and said,”Please no, please.” He was out within seconds of being hit.
“You ever wish you’d done something else?” Mac asked. “Gone out in the world a bit?”
Ethan wasn’t certain what woke him a few hours later. Perhaps it was the silence of the house, or the faint creaking from the steps. Sitting up, he grabbed the knife from the stand as he got out of bed. His heart was racing in his chest as he leaned against the closed door, waiting to hear the werewolf’s harsh breath. No huffing breath filled his ears as he reached up and opened the door. Peering out into the hallway, he saw the light at the end on.
Shaking, I stand up, trying to steady my body and my mind. I make my way across the lot back onto the street. I start towards my house once again.
Yuri stood outside the shop, watching his prey with an evil grin. He had waited long enough.
The top of the Notre Dame bell tower was chilly now, the sun had disappeared beyond the horizon hours ago. Madeline gazed out at the city, enjoying the stillness. Paris was quiet tonight, a rare occurrence in a huge city like this. She sighed, leaning against the cool stone. This night reminded her of the one several months ago when she had seen Gabe for the first time. Little had she known then that she had just met the love of her life. Monique had been right all along.