Chapter 1 : A Short Story

Someone somewhere turned off the sound system and switched on the emergency lights. Robert tried the door on the left. Locked. Then the one on the right. Unlocked. He pushed it open two inches, and then it hit something, something that moaned. Robert looked down and saw more blood. Real blood.

“We’ll need all the help we can get,” Jenny told him. “Who knows? This could give us a lead. You know, point us in the right direction.”

I knew that was coming why couldn’t I just be quiet? So now let’s think, Salim evaporated out of thin air and somehow that is possible, but now the real question is how and where. “Ow!”

As I go up and catch up to the firefighters, one of them all bloody and one dead.as we go up we hear that the other tower has collapsed and we are told to get out now, but we were trapped we couldn't go down anymore our only option was to jump but we had to be the last to jump.

I got on my feet and started pacing impatiently, from one end of the room to the other. I couldn't understand why out of all of the buildings in this neighbourhood, they had to pick the one I was lying unconscious in. From just looking at the amount of furniture placed against the door, I could tell Jonah had been busy. “There were windows at the back of the hallway!” I exclaimed

Our task - to find the key from the door and escape. However, this will not end our adventure. Sinister complex in which we found ourselves, just huge. It is full of deadly traps and ghouls who want to eat you.

Hinton, an amiable tobacco planter in Virginia, inspected the mill infrequently and trusted him to make an honest trade. There was no way to forecast when loggers would arrive, depending on the weather and the wind and water currents so Matthew remained available year-round. He was tall, burley with bushy, red hair, and freckles that almost connected into a solidly tan face. People never forgot him because his freckles were such an assortment of colors, red, brown, tan, beige, pink, auburn, rust, black, and orange. He entertained visitors with stories of animals and men fighting themselves and each other along with spine-tingling stories about ghosts and Indians that intimidated the settlers. If they were true, it did not matter.

Hours later, Stanley finally opened his eyes, and looked around him. A rope was tied from under his wound to his waist, and was unbreakable for his condition. “What the..?” He said, confused.

"Oh, now look what I did." She huffs, scooping up the content. She's placing the last item in the box when she started getting an unsettling feeling in the pit of her stomach, like she's being watched. Turning towards the door, she sees a large dark mask staring back at her. Glancing around, she notices children's toys are suspended in midair all around her. Suddenly, the small unit fills with music and children's laughter as the toys begin dancing about. Letting out a terrifying scream, she bolts towards the front of the building. She felt something grab a hold of her leg as she steps out of the door.

The door cracked and wheezed on its hinges due to continued pressure on it. Kevin breathed rapidly, fearing for his life. “God, if you’re there...Please save me. PLEASE!” Kevin screamed, his vocal chords protesting from the sudden strain. “I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve it, but please NOT ME, PLEASE!” His pleas quieted to be repeatedly muttered under his breath. The door creaked sharply, and Kevin wrapped his arms around himself. He quivered and waited for the

I held up the loaves of bread, with the morning light shining on the bags and he greeted me inside, opening the door wider. I gladly went into the building with the large mossy, brick walls, and the light flooded windows. I started to wonder where Misha was. I set the loaves down on one of the large tables in the orphanage.

The dimmed lights became darker until the room was pitch black, with blue and white lights flashing around us like lightning, and a sound of crackling electricity echoed around us. The ride started to move, and shortly after a man’s voice echoed above us telling the story of five people who ventured in the Tower of Terror.

    “Wait!” The guard screamed. Chris’ uncle’s hand was only millimeters away from smashing the guard’s face into jelly, “It’s on the 70th floor, last door at the end of the hall.”

He laughed and caved in. 'Okay, okay! And it’s Ministry, not Minsty. But no other chores, young lady. You can help once you have finished your school work. Now run along to the windmill. You too, Mrs Tiffin. I’ll send one of the maids over with the drinks.’

Lidah leapt to her feet as though she’d been electrocuted, when she saw Amir walk through the doors. She stared sadly at the man who walked in, his face showing no emotion, as he walked towards the middle of the great hall with Matthew and Pinnah following behind. Assertions showing on their eyes, as they looked around the room making sure no Soldiers were around.