An Essay On The Story Of Amnnina Lalande

The cool autumn wind whispers against her cheeks as her chin sinks deeper into her knees while she watches the figures roam the streets below her. Tears prick her eyelids, but no sign of weakness is shown. Not even the aching of her shattered heart or the jagged pieces of her fragmented soul could bridge the barricade she created. A wall of stone encircling her heart, reinforced with barbed wire, protecting her from everything and everyone

“What do you mean she’s not dead?” The feeling of dread washed over her all over again, as if, she just watched Lila’s body drop once more. “I watched her choke to death in front of the whole town.” Once she finished her sentence the reality of it started to sink in, “I watched her.” She said again, “I-I watched her die.” Tears fell down her cheeks mixing with the rain. Her knees gave out and she fell to the ground again, dirtying her dress even further. Trevor closed the distance between them and wrapped his arms around her. She raised her fists ready to beat them against his hard chest, but she just let his warmth envelop her. For just a moment, she enjoyed the comfort of a

Later that day, as Scarlett prepared dinner, she heard what sounded like footsteps that were coming from the second floor. She stood there, thinking maybe it was nothing. But, shortly after the footsteps were even louder. It sounded as if somebody was running around up there.

Jaylee sprinted up the stairs to her bedroom. She closed the door and stood there, waiting. The door slowly creaked open, and her heart was hammering against her chest like a zoo animal trapped in a cage.

Burnt homes, flipped cars, destroyed shops were scattered. The uncertainty that had left her earlier returned at full force as they seemed to move away from the populated area. After about another ten minutes of driving, they came to a stop. ‘At be twenty doll’rs the old cab grunted out. Liana gave the grumpy old man the money and exited the car with her things. In front of her stood a gloomy, run-down ill maintained two story house. The house looked abandoned as if it held no life. The doors and windows were covered in a thick layer of dust. The window panels look rotten and ready to fall off at the slightest hint of a strong wind, ivy cling to the outer wall of the house. The land surrounding the house was filled with unkempt undergrowth.Liana urged herself forward and came to a halt in front of the dirty covered door. Taking a deep breath she reached out and knocked on the

She now knew that Daisy slept on the porch every night in her dog house. Her plan was going smoothly. She would sneak out tonight and crawl through the fence and then grab Daisy and get away from Lydia’s house as quickly as possible.

Her feet padded by the thick rug running through the middle of the hall she came upon a door. Giving a quick turn of the head she was satisfied that no one was following her and no one appeared to be inside. Rolling through and lifting herself into a crouch she surveyed the surroundings. A large room with four entrances, completely empty apart from

With a table leg firmly clasped in her hand, she slowly opened the screen door, wincing at the squeak. She leaned forward and paused, listening. No animalistic howls, no garbled speech, or erratic breathing. Only the sounds of the

“What the…” She pulled her backpack onto her scrawny shoulders and frowned deeply. Maybe they weren’t disintegrating, and she was just exhausted, tired eyes play a trick on the mind. Determined to solve this once and for all, she slowly reached her hand out, taking slow, and cautious steps towards the wall. Her hand trembled violently as she took another step. She

Quickly, I made it to the end of the hall, rounded the corner, then stopped. Before me was a long, dark, empty hallway. Justin was nowhere in sight. I was about to run forward when suddenly, I heard the rushing sound of water. Glancing to my left, I spotted a small light illuminate from underneath the girl's bathroom. That's odd, I thought. Dondella had told me the girl's bathroom had been locked. Hesitantly, I twisted the door handle and pushed it open. But nothing could prepare him for what he was about to see.

Her legs gave way into the hands of a monster. Roberts’s apologies were tossed to the side, only the tears and fist of sorrow were received. The midnight silence died and the screams rose. Elisabeth stormed out of the house onto to the streets wondering how to make right of her mistakes. Her legs gave way after running street after street, shadows danced to the wind. Her run came to a paced walk. The winter fog was dense and cold to the touch. Buildings caved across the street leaning over the vast street. Around the corner shadows moved blocking the light that was warm to the touch, she moved closer holding the memories that she cherished. Large men turned to face her presence, bottles of booze slipped from his hand; smoke mixed with the fog, bodies of children sagged behind him. A sense of danger filled her; she turned and ran for the second time this night. Heavy footsteps boomed to her, deep voices forced the fear in her to

The large doors loomed over her small form and she kicked them open, axe at the ready for anything that would be waiting for her on the other side. More bandits waited for her within the first room. They attacked without mercy, each trying to bring her down and watch her bleed. Eventually she was able to cut down the small group and she continued on deeper into the ruins. Stopping short of a room covered in webs she let out an aggravated huff, knowing what lied in wait for her.

Bizarre sounds gradually got louder and peculiar smells overwhelmed my nose as the world behind the door was revealed, one sense at a time. Progressively adjusting as I took each step, my eyes were still becoming used to the effulgent light. Mesmerised by the beautiful sight of what appeared to be a large square, surrounded by townhouses varying from dark beige to a dirty brown seemingly no more than five metres in height. The square’s ground comprised of roughly arranged cobblestones, as if whoever lay them were in a hurry. At the opposite side of the square to where I stood, I could see a monumental tower that loomed over the square. It had a single window, overlooking the

I reached where I thought I heard the fighting, but didn’t see anything. The room had a pungent smell of fresh blood, and I found that the walls were wet again. Other than the blood, the walls seemed to be made of old stone with many cracks. There were many corridors that led in different directions, and eventually they led to a large main room. I was in the main room, and I started walking slowly trying to find the next passage.

Charlotte heard noises from the front of the house. She quietly crept through the hallway following the sound. Once she reached where the sound was coming from, she stood staring in disbelief. A portrait of Charlotte was on the wallpapered wall. Charlotte, forgetting where she was and what she was doing, let out a huge gasp. Jack suddenly jumped up in fear.