Brittany's House: A Fictional Narrative

It twas the night before Christmas and all through the house a creature was banging on the door Yolanda the magical Christmas hippo of dreams.

Leaving her room she was about to enter Rin’s room when she heard a tiny whimper and a shuffling in the bathroom down the hallway. Saskia bolted for the bathroom, the hallway never felt so long to her before. As she was about to enter the bathroom a man, a strong, tall, and very well built man ran out of the bathroom running toward the window at the end of the hall. Saskia griped her knife and lunged at him, but apparently missed because he succeeded in jumping out the window with a practically a perfect landing and ran. Too concerned for her sister’s wellbeing Saskia ignored the broken window and the man and whipped into the bathroom to find her sister lying on the bathroom floor looking just like what her mother did that night, eyes staring at the ceiling as if all the life had been drained out. Kneeling down next to her sister Saskia started to sob profusely. She couldn’t stop. Pulling Rin up into her arms, she thought. Her only sister, her only family left is now gone. She continued sobbing, then she stopped, it was unmistakable. Rin’s body was smothered in the scent of the man that killed their parents, but why would that murderer have come back? Was he trying to finish off something that he started, if so why didn’t he kill me? Looking at her knife she noticed it had blood on it, apparently she did manage in taking a

On a beautiful evening, with a slight breeze, four friends named Jeff, Koby, Junior, and Lamar were walking by the creek. They saw fish jumping from the muggy water, frogs croaking, and birds chirping. Skipping rocks across the slow moving water, laughing all together, suddenly they heard a growling noise. They were all worried. Jeff grabbed his flashlight from his camouflage utility bag. While crouching Jeff and Lamar slowly went through the tall brush and into the woods. Koby and Junior quietly followed the two. All of them heard rustling through the ferns, tall grass, and the thorn bushes. Scratching against the enormous red wood, while the sun is starting to set in the west a very large figure that was brown and furry started to

"I don't need money," the brunette snarled, inching closer to the girl, "I need death." No one could forget the sound of her screams. They were high-pitched, just as the murderer predicted. Once she finished pushing the victim over the edge, she ran downstairs to bottom of the building,

After a long, dangerous trip across the country, the Lurch family’s small wooden wagon finally arrived in a small ramshackle town known as Butcher Creek. The head of the family, Markus, walked into the town’s realtor’s office, to find a small, greyish man sitting behind a large wooden desk, with his head leaning limply to the side. Worried that the ancient man might have died, Markus shook his shoulder, only to be greeted with a terrified wail and shouts about monsters from the realtor, Mr. Haerm.

The time was 8:34 p.m. on a warm night Halloween night. The strong winds swayed the trees back and forth violently and the moon wasn’t out. It was clearly not typical to have this kind of weather in Maycomb this time of year. You can hear the animals make their noises as they prepare for nightfall. Scout and I were heading back home from the pageant at the high school. We walked through the bushes and trees until Scout stops us. She said that she had left her shoes and I told her to get them tomorrow. As we continued on our journey home, I had heard something in the woods. I wasn’t quite sure what it was exactly at first but I assumed it was Cecil since he was the one to try to scare us earlier that night. We continued to walk home. Suddenly,

That night, Bob left his mansion and Joana stayed home. When Bob left a dim, dark figure slipped in and Joana didn't see anyone come into Bob's mansion. She got up to go to the office because she wanted to work on a paper for a case since she was a lawyer. While she was walking to the office she wanted to take a shower before she got to work and because she wanted to go to her comfortable bed after she finished her case. While she was taking her shower she

“Well then,” I growled from beneath clenched teeth. Grabbing the pocket knife from my worn out black jeans, I flipped it open. It clicked into a locked position. My counterpart was almost at the door. It wasn’t the first time I’ve done it. It only takes a firm grip, good arm angle and a nearby target. I swung the knife forward and it hit him in the back close to his left shoulder. He shrieked as his knees buckled and fell forward. To my surprise, he wasn’t the only one who shrieked in pain, I did too. I saw the knife cut through his blue jacket and into his body. I saw the red blood spilling out of his skin, and yet, I didn’t understand why I felt the coldness of the blade breaking my own. Why did I feel the warmth of my blood running down my back? I reached for my back where the knife hit my counterpart. I pulled it back and saw my hand all covered in red. I was bleeding just like he was. I knew it then, that my body was connected to my counterpart’s. He screamed for help and I jolted from a ruckus that came from the corridor. “Kennedy!” A voice called. I swiftly turned on my heel, slid the terrace door open and jumped off the terrace.

The trucker doesn’t see “Rudy.” Not trusting the trucker, she leaves. “METHEAD” stops to pick her up. He also doesn’t see Rudy. When Methead tries to force her into his car, they struggle. She’s hit on the head and faints. She wakes up in the driver’s seat of the man’s car. Rudy sits next to her telling her they have to leave. There’s blood all over Girl. She realizes that “Rudy” killed Methead.

attempted to reach the door, he stabbed her three more times then fled. When she was found by

Crumpled newspapers were scattered across the table like the tail of a peacock. Windows wiped down of memories were huddled in between oak frames, facing a street with cosy cottages. Single embroidered carpets hugged the floor, covering the marble tiles in delicate silk. A calm wind floated in through cracks of the panes of glass, whispering throughout the house. I breathed in gulps of air, allowing the icy coolness fill my lungs, and the morning frost creep out. My glistening blue eyes presented purple bags, and my normally sleek hair was a tangled cobweb. I’d been up all night, searching and seeking for answers. Yet answers had been as hard to find as a  black cat in a coal cellar.‘One year’ I announced, trying to force a joyful tone, but

A brunette crouched behind a wooden crate, covering her walkie with her knee, trying to silence the noise. Turning it off, she left it lay and crawled over to the other side. No one was in view and she had no idea where her partner was. Andrews pulled her gun from her belt, holding it outstretched as she stood. Shots fired from all directions. She crouched once again as she checked her body for wounds. Andrews knew she was no longer safe and had to either make a run for it or surrender herself to the drug dealers. Being twenty-four and in amazing athletic shape; the hot-headed detective stood ignoring all gunshots and ran full speed toward the back wall. Earlier she had seen a door leading to the outside over there and knew that was her only chance at escaping.

The man thought he killed him, as Brazen lied on the ground bloodied. After a blackout, he woke up, touching the back of his head. The early morning had gotten brighter, and he heard policeman on their way, to the scene. Brazen committed vehicular manslaughter, wondering if there were any witnesses. He got off the ground in a daze, as he used his hand as leverage crawling back into his cab. He pulled off, knowing the woman he saved was long gone. Had she stuck around wouldn't have made sense.

It was a dark Friday night, the week before Halloween and Emma Harmen was walking home from work. As she turns down a dark alley she hears a garbage can tip over. Her heart begins to beat faster and faster, she quickly turns around to see what it is. When she looks she sees nothing but a small black cat. Emma continues walking, after a few minutes have passed on the wall of the building ahead of her she sees a shadow appear from the streetlight behind her. Emma is really spooked now and her heart is beating rapidly, and decides to pick up the pace. When she hears a strangers footsteps closely behind her she was now certain someone was following her. Emma is now sprinting down the dark alley when out of no where she is hit abruptly by a car that was driving insanely fast. When she awakes minutes later the most attractive boy was standing over her.

As Yollie runs home, you just see a trail of black dye following her. As she’s running closer to her house, you can see her black dress slowly getting white. She runs up her stairs and knocks on the door. Her mom asked Yollie,” What happened?, Is everything ok. ” Yollie darts past her mom and runs to her room. As she running to her room, her mom just sees black dye dripping from the dress making a trail right to her room. Her mom knocks on the door and comes in. “Yollie Que Pasa?” Mrs. Moreno declared. Mrs. Moreno just sees her on the bed crying. “Yollie what happened?” asked as she’s approaching Yollie. Yollie told her, “The dance was outside then it started to rain, then pour, after that all the girls run right into the bathroom, we all