Dyrick: A Short Story

It was a dark and cold halloween night me and my friend Toony were trick or treating and these kids that were bullies at our local school were following us calling our names saying means things. So we ran and ran as fast as we could they didn’t catch up because they weren’t in the best of shape but we were. So once they were no longer in sight me and Toony started to walk we didn't see them for the rest of the night that we knew of but once we were about two miles away from my house. We heard a noise the bullies came storming out of the woods almost scared me half to death so we ran and ran they started getting closer which was a surprise so we just ran into this abandoned house where we hid out for the night. After about 3 hours they had

Why would someone take a risk? Is it not easier just to accept what one already has; but, suppose that what one has is not satisfying. Maybe, just maybe, that is why people strive to do more, to get more, to be more. Stanley Pierce, in the story "Call of the Klondike: A True Gold Rush Adventure," did just that. He faced the rigors of bone-chilling weather that could take his life at any moment in search of gold just so he could be rich. Farah Ahmedi, in her memoir "The Other Side of the Sky," climbed a mountain on a prosthetic leg to reach freedom from her war-torn home in Afghanistan. Finally, Annie Johnson, in her biographical essay "New Directions," started a business on a shoe-string budget so she could support her family due to the

Ernie has always been a little messed up, he has lived in Missouri for the 32 long years of his life. On the day that changed his life forever, November 22, 1996. Him and his family were driving to the mall and they got into an accident. His Mom and Dad both died and Ernie was very depressed. He got the notes, of what made the car accident happen, an inspection failure with the Engine. He did not know what to do with his life. He almost committed suicide, but then out of rage, the decided he was going to make the person who caused the car accident. He went searching for months, and finally came to the conclusion that the person that last assessed the car was Eddie Thompson.

The shell was ejected out the barrel of the weapon, spinning in midair. Lead sliced through the sky, darting towards its target. A faint white tracer followed along the bullet. Quickly, the bullet hit the green and blue barrels. A spark erupted, which soon turned into a blazing flower of fire. It rose into the sky like an angry god, yelling its thunderous roar. A silent killer, the shockwave, swiped out of truck and into the surrounding vicinity. Guards flew backwards onto the asphalt, screaming all the way.

About a mile North of the town of DeMotte, there’s a small, serene lake, that is surrounded by an overgrown forest. Meanwhile the water was cold, due to springs being filtered into the lake, causing a slight current.While the surrounding forest was filled with small, mainly harmless animals and large, towering trees. A few feet from the lake, there’s an old, abandoned cabin, that was only one story and had four small, rectangular windows covered in dust. The cabin was missing the door and a few side panelings, while many vines are growing up the outside walls of the cabin.

It was an unexpected event in the town of Dierks,Arkansas 1989 ,and nobody never in Dierks streets except this weird unusual guy ever saw him during the day. but he was at dierks first state bank the bank had no lights on but it was unexpectedly light turn on and now the guy was shaking his head no and knife over his lips and it kinda look like …

Ed and Eddy walked down the road to edd's house. Eddy knew that Double D have had a rough day at school. Report cards had come and for some reason Eddy could not understand how Double D was upset over one C. Eddy knew the C was unfair, the teacher was a complete bitch to everyone, even Double D. Eddy himself had gotten a D-

Crenshaw is a magical and real-life scenario book with themes of fantasy, realism, and imagination. A little boy named Jackson who lived with his mom, dad, little sister Robin and dog Aretha is the narrator. Jackson is the main character, is in fifth grade and likes things based on facts yet has an imaginary friend who is a giant cat, named Crenshaw. He wants to be a scientist who studies animals when he is an adult. Robin is five years old, is very imaginative, and is happy-go-lucky. Robin came into the story when she and her brother were playing cereal ball in the living room of their apartment, before moving into their van. Cereal ball is a game they invented when they were hungry but there was nothing to eat. Their dad called living in their van car camping. Aretha is their a puppy and is very playful. They don’t want to lose her if they have to move back into the van. Jackson did not want to have to leave his friends and the house they called home but heard his parents talk about no money to pay rent.

There he was; just a little ways up ahead. Hanging around just outside little ol' Devlon's depot straight under the Dark of night like a good little buck. Hell from down the street right up until the headlights of my truck were straight in his face, and beaming the shadow of his tiny little body right up Devlon's wall. He. Stayed. Right where he fucking was and gave both me and my fucking truck the cold stare. Cos' he fucking hated my guts and even from way down the fucking road; he knew it was me.

It had been a few months since the monsters were free from the underground, and humans started to expect them of course there were the racist people who didn’t like them, I didn’t understand that, monsters were so cool and so nice once you got to know them. Since I was the ambassador to the monsters I had to go to a lot of meetings with important people. Luckily Toriel, Assgore, Papyrus, Sans, Undyne and Alphys were with me and would talk for me since I wasn’t much of a talker. I used sign language instead and everyone would speak for me that way I was glad. Since I hadn’t talked for a long time now and maybe never would. I did speak a few words sometimes, but it usually was with mom and Sans that I would talk to, I trusted them, not that I didn’t trust the others it just that I felt really close to them. Anyway, after going through countless boarding meetings, the leaders of the world and the monsters found a way to live together in harmony. Sans thought things would be worse than they were believing that a war could break out when the monsters return. He was happy to be wrong as was everyone else.

Slowly as the minister walked, he had almost gone by before Hester Prynne could gather voice enough to attract his observation. At length she succeeded.

"Then I will give you one. Anything for you, my love," Optimus whispers to Ratchet with a soft, gentle smile, leaning into the other's touch, nuzzling against his hand. "You're so beautiful," he breathes as he removes an arm from behind his beloved bonded, bringing a servo up to the side of his helm, a thumb brushing over that lovely blue color on his faceplating. Optimus tilted his helm to the side, his optics shuttering as his lip plates met with Ratchet's again. It wasn't a lustful, fevered open mouth kiss, but instead a simple passionate one, his lip plates pressed firmly against his conjunx's, wrapping against them. Once he heard the retracting of breastplating, he withdrew himself from Ratchet's lips, hoisting himself up with his arms

The day after the little talk between Jen and Narmer, Narmer and Jen had finished the bomb that they had been working on, for days, and hours. It was finally finished! This is the bad part of this story, get ready.

Now that she has finally become a ATA pilot she wants to become a fighter pilot. In one of the events, a group of boys were hanging suspiciously around train tracks one of the boys yelled at his friend when they had heard Maddie and Rose Coming and they were probably intimidated because they were in their ATA uniforms and the boys he yelled to had a doodlebug bomb in his hand (to the right is a doodlebug bomb) Rose had seen it and said to hand it to her carefully and he did and it was luckily just a stud so she tossed it far away and it exploded and it a tree. Luckily nobody was injured. She had asked the boy what he was doing and he had replied and said that he was trying to disarm the bomb. Right then and there she was getting so anxious and getting visions that his hand could have blown off and the blood, and even how his fingers could have been blown off or maybe he could even have

Not to mention, a week later, James woke up in his bed, still tired from the night before. Then, he rolled over too distant and ended up face down on the nippy floor, off his three foot bed, and landed on his shoulder. James’s ghastly arm landed out in front of his face, to which exposed his scar to himself. The defect from the bite of the ink-drinking vampire lays, scabbing up with a peculiar pattern that schemes the name “Draculink”. The scar that of which revived memories of that cruel day that happened not so long ago. James pulled down the light blue sleeve of his silk jumper trying to erase the dreadful flashback of the one whose name remained marked with maroon among his arm. Furthermore, James picked his lightweight body up off the