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One day, cutting through the swamp, David comes across the remains of old Indian souls and discovers a skull with jewelry still buried on the bodies. As David kicks at the skull, he hears a voice and looks up to see a black man seated on a stump just looking. The man, wearing a black sash around his body, has a soot-stained face, which makes it appear as if he works in some fiery place. David soon recognizes the stranger as the devil, the black man. Twenty years later we had a family reunion with all my relatives and they started talking about the fire.

We got out of the car and the second I shut the door out came the Lopez family. She said to me “Theres no way in this entire world that I could do to repay you for raising this money to keep my family safe in a home that has secure walls and a door with a lock on it.” “Here i find myself thinking that if anyones life is going to be changed, its mine, and I'm so grateful for this opportunity” I replied. As the day goes on children from all over the community are coming over to the house begging us to play soccer with them, braid there hair, and take pictures with them. My heart was filled with so much joy Putting so much hard work into something and being able to say that not only did your hard work pay off for yourself, but it paid off for

“How are we going to get Amanda (Painter lady) away.” questioned William. When we were in the car for a stretched amount of time I was thinking why would William actually think this because she's doing the right thing. An hour has gone by, Aunt Caroline, Uncle Brandon, and William were talking about Amanda while we were still in the car. Aunt Caroline was talking on and on about how much she hated Amanda, besides I told her that she isn’t that bad if you really look at her. Aunt Caroline was still driving --- another hour went by, we finally got into the country. When we all got out of the car Aunt Caroline was talking about how Amanda can’t just make a painting go next to the wall and not on the wall.

“AAH, I must have overslept!” The Hero rushed towards the window, and he saw that Monster Zero must have been busy for at least a few hours. He gathered all his weapons, and ran towards Monster Zero, somewhere where he could not be seen. “Alright, all monsters have a weak point, so where could it be……..aha! Monster Zero’s neck isn’t covered by any scales, so I must attack there!”

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.

recall that his handshake was warm and his face handsome with a quirky smile. I’d noticed him earlier at dinner seated at the table talking animatedly to a group of academics. So, it felt fitting to finally have a chance to speak with him alone.

I hail from a fairly modest household. And yet, there I was, concept of clothes entirely forgotten, thundering down the crumbling cement stairs of my aunt’s house, ten years ago. My dashing escapade came to a screeching halt when I nearly collided into my cousin’s best friend. The pitter patter of my feet on the burning asphalt stopped, and everything around us slowed down. A fly buzzed softly as both our eyes bugged out in sheer horror of Forbidden Knowledge. The impending fall of the drop of ice cream from the cone he was clutching measured time agonizingly. The instant it hit the floor, I took off in the opposite direction. I had originally been fleeing the terrifyingly large, 2 inch long lizard that was lazily eyeballing me in the shower,

Our marching leader looked as if he wanted to cry with his red puffy eyes, but that wasn’t an option here, and he would only be giving Ross the satisfaction he wanted. The lieutenants pulled Ross aside and I thought they were going to call him out on what he said but instead, they must have told him to run us for his mistake.

Before the outbreak, a perfumed scent wafted tenderly throughout the pleasant corridors of the hospital. Nurses and doctors were unhurried, moving back and forth with poised efficiency, admiring the flowers and beautiful framed artwork that once decorated the walls. It didn’t take long though; one by one, stretcher after stretcher, men’s bodies came rolling in, filling the halls, and suppressing the sterile scents with the putrid smells of rotting flesh. Men were missing limbs, some trembled helplessly whilst others simply lay frozen in horror. Many never lasted more than a few hours as the white-capped nurses rushed helplessly to their aid, battling the impossible circumstances in the search of inexistent supplies. Doctors, morose in their

"Wo-hoo!" I heard the stands going crazy. People yelling and cheering, the sound of the high top shoes squeaking on the glossy fresh stadium gym. Just watching my team and the opponents fighting to win the game. The smell of fresh food coming straight from the new clean concession stands.

So what was there to do. Flood the area with my swarm and hide? Well... I seriously considered that as I wove through a grove of small trees.

The eyes of the painting followed me as I passed it. I was chilled to the

SMACK! I was on my back, peering up at Josh as he laid on top me. “Gotc....” He begins to say but stopped. The look of victory slowly vanished from his face at the realization of how little space was between us. I could feel his heart hammering in his chest or maybe it was mine. Because, Josh was now searching my eyes as if he was looking for an answer to a question. His lips were only inches from mine and I could feel the heat coming off of them. Everything inside of me screamed to move away, but my body would not respond. I lay there frozen until my back pocket began to BUZZ “Everbody is kung fu fighting hu ha” BUZZ. Josh immediately was up on his feet and I felt the absence of his body heat.

Curiously, she took a moment to look at the coat while wearing it. It was old and brown but not to a point where it had tears just a few little scuffs on the sleeves. The zipper was broken, jammed actually. With two pockets where April reached into to warm her hands. Ow… her finger was punctured by a small gadget she pulled out making her bleed. It was a strange machine, unsure of what it was she put it back in the pocket. She thought of turning back around to return it but weariness won her over instead. By the time she got in her car it was around 3 am and she was exhausted. Looking up at her rear view mirror she swore she saw something, a shadow. Maybe, being drowsy and tipsy is not a good combination. She rubbed her eyes, put on her

The lifeless grey walls affect me right away, making my stomach turn. I continue to walk around the corner, feeling a slight pulse in my ears. “ Have a seat here. “ the officer points to the end stool near the white painted wall. I drag my feet as I walk to the sit stool that connects to the dividing wall, and face the glass. On the other side of the glass is a empty chair that will soon to be filled with many things. “ Remember that I can hear your conversation. “ the officer looked me cold into the eyes, I nodded my head and tried to not show that my hands are shaking.