Galalilee Short Story

After a while, Mama came in. She smiled at me and said, “Good morning,” before she bent over Sarah’s crib.

Suddenly, I heard the bedroom door creak open. I quickly buried my face into the pillow on the bed and covered the diary with the edge of the quilt.

The closet door creaked open to reveal the pale and frail girl, curled in a ball, her cheeks wet and hair a mess. Margot’s hands, which were clenched into tight fists, were a raw red color from beating the unyielding door, and dry sobs wracked her whole body. If possible, her dull blue eyes were duller than before. “Margot?” one of the girls cried out softly.

He heard Sterling slam the door to the room and begin to talk to someone outside. After a moment of so the door opened again. There was a brief pause before the door slammed shut again and footsteps began to approach.

"What an idiot he is, he can't miss attack like that," said bounty hunters who wear a cowboy hat.

It was about 1:55 PM and I was a bit nervous to go to Fatimah’s place for lunch. I was standing around the area where she lives, which consisted of townhouse grouped together. Finally around 2:00, I knocked on her door. A couple of seconds later, the door opened, but no one had greeted me immediately. I peeked inside and saw a very cozy living room with a wide-screen TV playing Chicka-Chicka Boom Boom short clips and toys stacked in the corner. Fatimah immediately came around and welcomed me inside. I asked her where I should take off my shoes and she told me to put them off to the side inside the house. I looked over to my right and her two children were sitting next to each other on the right side of the couch and were staring at me with big, round eyes. Fatimah had told me to sit down on the couch and told me the food was almost ready. I took off my jacket and I offered to help, but she said her husband was almost done cooking. When Fatimah went towards her husband I slowly turned towards her children; the little girl was back playing on her iPad and the little boy was still

Jamie Slowly walked in the room. There he saw his drawings, he had blotted out Ophelia, so he didn't distinguish who had drawn them. The he heard the closet door slowly creak open. He didn't think anything of it, since the house was so old and Dusty.

I rushed out of my bedroom to greet my mom, my dad and my brother Eric when I heard the garage door open. When they entered the house my mom was talking. There was a sad tone in her voice. I ran back to the hallway and listened.

Well I am already here so I will just knock on the door to see what going to happen. Here goes Knock Knock!! Ariana stand at the door and wait to have the door open by the woman who requested her work. I hope that the woman is home.” Hello my dear come right this way my name is Linda and I am so glad to see you my house has been so dirty and I have not been able to find my new book that I had recently

“AHH!” I screamed backing away from the ghost sitting on my bed staring at me in a creepy way. The ghost looked like a girl that was ripped apart with all the scars and bruises that she had. She stood up and started walking towards me and whispering noncoherent words. As she was walking closer the words became clearer.

A few minutes later we heard the backdoor open, then slam shut. We both looked over at the door nobody was there. We were puzzled. Jarred looked at me

His second day of training didn’t start off with a bang, either. Just like the first day, he had to spend an all-nighter, to get in all eight hours of meditation for the day. He was scolded for falling asleep several times.

A boy fed 5000.00 with two fish and two bread and 12 baskets were left over after all the people had their fill. Jesus then walked out to the boat on the water. Like the mana in the wilderness from Exodus the people wanted Jesus to do something so they could believe Jesus. The people wanted the bread from heaven that does not spoil. Jesus said that He is the bread of Life and whoever comes to me will never go hungry and whoever believes will never be thirsty. Jesus is the way to eternal life. No one can come to Jesus unless the Father drawls them, and whoever eats this bread will live forever. Jesus says to feed on His flesh and blood. The disciples grumbled because this is a hard teaching, and they were confused. Eating of flesh and blood is living into the life of Jesus. This is a hard teaching because it means to give up my own flesh and blood and become one with Jesus. It means for

Yesterday around nine in the morning the disciples and some Christians gathered together to thank God. As they were sitting down they heard the sound of what they thought was strong wind coming in from heaven. Suddenly a big gust of wind came in and filled the whole room. Next they interpreted that they saw tongues of fire separate and come towards them. Witnesses elucidated that they saw the flames rest on their heads. They were then permeated with the Holy Spirit and started speaking in different languages. “It then became really noisy” said a witness. Because it was really loud this attracted a crowd. People saw them speaking in different languages and thought that they may of had had too much to drink. Peter heard the

And with that she went inside, I was still standing outside her house when I heard a rustle in the bushes. Almost in the blink of an eye I heard it move to the roof of her house. Then I saw it, a little boy in rags was standing up there with four kunai in each hand. I blinked and then he was gone. Curious about the boy, I headed home recapping what all had happened that day.