Laying in bed, Meg wonders if the hurricane will miss them, hoping it will miss them. Picturing herself flying out of the attic, she imagines it will be like The Wizard of Oz, except she wouldn’t be going to Oz, she will be trapped in a wild hurricane, in her rickety, beat-up bed. Meg’s mind keeps wondering as she waits for the first noise of the hurricane.
I covered my mouth to keep it shut and not say anything. He was wearing black boots and black pants. I could see him running towards the open window in a hurry. Maybe he thought i jumped out or something. He began to run towards the stairs. “He’s leaving” i whispered… But there was no answer, I realized that the call was cut. The man was stepping down the stairs… when all of a sudden there was a loud ringtone coming from my hand. There was then a panic in my heart. The man rushed back into my room and entered, There was a moment of silence when all i could see was the man’s black boots staring straight at my eyes. When suddenly there was a powerful pull dragging me out of the bed. Closing my eyes all i could feel is was extrucenary pain all over my body, every second. I reached out for anything near by so I could at least fight. I felt something from the tip of my fingers. I got a grip of something and swung as hard as I could, I hit him hard. The man fell back. I opened my eyes and there he was, Lying on the ground. Weak and hurt i got up and slowly started walking out of my room and down the stairs. My whole body hurt it was hard to move. I heard the man start to get up, I was terrified. I decided to walk to the basement door to try and hide. I remembered the small door that was in the basement. And went gently to open the door. Weak and in pain I was able to get down the old sketchy stairs and move some boxes to open the door. I opened the door. On the other side was a little room. It was dark and had a little bit of light coming from the outside. Maybe the moon light from the outside. I sat on the small corner of the room.I wrapped my arms around my body to try and stay warm. It was quiet for a second. Until I heard the basement door slam open. The man's foot steps were loud and you could tell he wasn't very happy. I could easily read exactly where he was. He was looking for me,
He was sitting in a chair on his porch watching his farm. The farm contained corn, wheat, and carrots, and i was awfully hungry. The last time i ate was on the train. I know this because i had packed some carrots and bread in my luggage, but now my luggage is gone. I had to find a way to befriend this man. I knew exactly what i had to do. I tapped the dog on the forehead and again and again. He finally bit my arm softly, but enough to make it bleed. I kissed him on the forehead and took off to the farm. I ran onto the porch only to find the dog had followed me to the plantation. The farmer stood up and noticed me holding my arm. He examined me and suspiciously invited me to come in. I entered the house and a wave of terror flooded over
It was a cold stormy night. The house was still. I was lying in bed when I heard a series of knocks at the door. As I descended the stairs the knocks were getting louder and louder. I thought to myself, "Who could be at the door this late at night?" When I opened the door there was a tall man dressed all in black. He smelled of fish and looked like he just walked out of a mud pit. He was having car troubles and needed to use the phone. I invited him in and told him that the phone was down the hall in the living room. Instead of calling the tow truck he called his friend, George, to come pick him up. I invited him to have a cup of coffee and some cookies while he waited for his friend to pick him up. We talked for about an hour when there
“Elle! Elle!” I yell as I sprint down the sidewalk of our neighborhood. My long dark brown hair flowing behind me. “They are adding a track team to our school and the tryouts are next Monday!”I tell her once I finally catch up. I have wanted to be on a track team for as long as I can remember.
He couldn’t have been a day older than twenty. He had on blue jeans, white shirt, and wore a face of a man in despair. The young man asked for a room as I was looking him in the eyes, trying to figure him out. He did not seem of the murderous type, just looked sad, but you never know. For that reason I did not say much. I nodded and he knew I said yes. I showed him to his cabin, and handed him the key, he then smiled at me. It was one of the strangest smiles, it was awkward. It was the first time someone smiled at me and I wished they
I noticed that my window had been open, though I know I had closed it. It must have been my mom or dad who opened it for fresh air for me. I went to close my window when I felt the strange feeling that someone was watching me. I just brushed it off as just nothing and went back to bed. That’s when I heard like someone was breathing inside my closet. I sat up to see what it was, and almost had a heart attack. There staring back at me were two dark devilish-like eyes that never blinked. Then a large smile appeared from his face.
Then I see someone I say hey you and they answer what I say can you help me there's a guy following me and the person says who there's no one there I turn around and there's no he says you must be hallucinating you might wanna get somewhere that doesn't have a lot of smoke I said ok. Then I go take a rest on the sidewalk, then I see this strange character against and it gets closer and closer and closer until it a couple feet away from me then it says something, then I started to get freaked out and then I got up and ran I don't know what it said I ran n I'm right by the lake and there's someone there I think it's Mr. Thomas baker I was so relieved. When I got there I told him what was happening with the guy chasing after me he says oh that was me. I say what. He laughs and says I was trying to catch up to you, but u kept on running so when you sat down I tried to talk to you, but then you got right back up and ran luckily I found a shortcut and beat you here. Oh i thought you were a killer or trying to do something to me. He said no then he said do you have what i gave you. I said said yes it right here i held on it as tight as i can here you go. And he took it. I asked him what are you gonna do with it. He said i'm gonna collect water so i can stayed hydrated and i can give out to people that need it
Awe. Light is not beautiful without darkness. My Dad and I stepped outside the cabin into the wee hours of a crisp autumn morning. We were to prepare for a fishing derby that would begin at sunrise and walked down a dark gravel road toward the docks. Already tired to begin with, the freezing mountain air made me even more tired which made be even more cold. The wind blew the terrible odor of a dumpster our way which made the walk even more unbearable. Then, something caught my eye. Through the almost bear trees above me, I saw a canopy filled with stars glimmering through. I found myself face to face with the universe in a cosmic desert, each star a grain of sand.
The room was filled with people, yet he was the only face I could see. We had only talked for a few minutes when he told me he got us tickets for the Lunts. I was so thrilled to see the show, I had planned to go for ages. He hurried me outside to go catch a cab. Fortunately, one arrived fairly quickly. Once we entered the cab I stared outside my window for a while. I couldn’t get myself to turn and look at him. My legs were twitching with nervousness. A few minutes passed then I felt him slowly move closer. He gave me this sort of bizarre yet lovely glare, then he put his hand on my chin and pulled me towards him. I quickly gave his hand a light slap and pulled my head back, slamming it into the
I bolted across the hall to the kitchen and got inside one of the corners and covered my self up with an old, dirty, but convenient board hoping he wouldn't see me. I heard foot steps, very soft foot steps. The thing said in his voice, "Where did you go? I'm not gonna hurt you. I just want to play." I held my breath and didn't say a word. "I know your in here." he said, "I'm gonna get you!" At that point I passed out.
I glanced up, having just arrived at doors. When at once, I saw resting on the door window was a sticky-note. I could already tell from the handwriting that it was from my
“Ding dong. Ding dong”. The church bells rung signifying It was noon. I was late. I hurried through the harbor searching for the ship. ‘A new life’ I thought. Our gracious King gave us permission to find land for a new settlement. I was to meet on a merchant ship. “The ship”! I exclaimed as I grew closer. Lucky they hadn’t set sail yet and were loading last minute supplies. I climbed aboard the ship I pulled a crumpled slip of paper out of my trouser pocket. “My ticket sir” I said as I handed it to the man.
He looked amazingly creepy. I ran to my little brother and jumped onto the couch beside him. “So we all rummaged about in our bags for our flashlights, and when we turned them on, there was a black cat staring straight at us, with red, glowing eyes.” The boys all gasped. “We jumped but didn’t make any noise for fear of someone hearing us. We started to go up the stairs but decided to make sure we all stayed together in case of an emergency. We started to tiptoe through the house and look into all of the rooms. Suddenly, a door opened behind us, and a tall, toothpick looking man came out and had a round white face, two dots for a nose, and a thin smile, like the one you would see on the face of a murderer behind his next victim, waiting to strike.
I see her. My beautiful wife. Her stunning smile plastered on her face, her eyes turning soft as they meet my gaze. I felt a smile appear on my face as warmth spread all over my body. “Hullo darling” she speaks in her angelic voice, “Hullo darling” I reply as she takes my coat. She acted as if she was all a man could ask for. Except for the fact that she was using me. Her sister had told me days prior, she was only using me for my money. She felt no love for me, the only love she had was for the money and attention I gave her. I wouldn’t call myself rich, I would describe myself more as generous. I dedicated half of my paycheck to her. I got her new shoes every month, any clothing items she wanted and perfumes that were definitely too much. I used to enjoy doing it. When I brought her gifts, she would smile and it would remind me of what I live for. Now that I know the truth, I feel broken. The love of my life is using me and I can’t do anything about it. She places a glass of whisky on the wooden table in front of my face. She didn’t love me. It was all I could think about. I was being used for what I had to offer, not for what I was. Anger seeped into my veins. And after all this, she still has the audacity to speak to me.