My Day Started Off Normal

I sighed as I slumped down onto my couch throwing my backpack in the corner. I lived near the woods and everyday I would go out for a walk in them. I sat for a while on my couch, and then decided to go out. I changed into a tank-top and some shorts, put on some bug repellent, grabbed a bottle of ice cold water and set out. It was at-least 7:00 pm and the sun was just starting to set. Someone had told me that the supposed ''BigFoot'' lived out here in these woods, I just thought it was a bunch of bull. So anyway, I'm walking farther and farther, deeper and deeper into the woods as the sun sets lower and lower. It's been about 30 minutes into my walk when I hear a deep, low growl. I looked around frantically taking my pocket knife out and swiping

Ralph had gotten home and put the shoes on. They were a size to large and without question the nicest thing he had ever owned. Ralph needed to deliverer some gin to a house around noon and was excited to wear the new shoes out. Though he had never done a delivery before, he had sold to this guy plenty of times at Atwood. He packaged up the gin and headed out just before noon to travel the few blocks to the customer’s house wearing the new red shoes.

What is that ? A black wolf! What is he looking for ? Food? I don’t care anymore if he wants to eat me then so be it…….”daddy I will wait for you when you come back and we will play together right? (Flashback) “ no not yet I won’t lose hope yet I can’t let my child wait for me for too long neither my wife cuz if I do she will slap me even after I am dead ( smirked). I took my packback searching for a weapon but what I found were a few empty bottles of glass rope and also my id and my friends id. I broke the bottle smashing them on the ground, after that I took the tip of the bottles and tight them up between my fingers with the rope I had the wolf howl and after 20 seconds an entire crew came circling me slowly approaching me grrr me. For some reason I don’t feel fear it could be because my child is waiting for me or is just my will to live either way what is going to happen next is going to decide everything ( the

"Why not?" She whines crossing her arms and pouting like a four year old child.

“I mean, it’s a game of luck,” you spoke, even more confused since poker didn’t relate to food, “you can’t really be good at it.”

My week was going great, Thanksgiving was only a few days away. I planned to go to the grocery store later this evening. I didn't think twice about going to the store at night since Trevor was locked away. I could finally let my hair down and enjoy myself. I was happy as a pig in cool mud. I had a chance to talk to Mark this morning while Shay went out and got us some breakfast. Now Johaly and I were on the way to do some furniture shopping. Most of the stores were having Black Friday sales earlier this year for some reason.

My palms were sweaty as I began the process of gearing up for what was ahead of me. The many ideas of what I could possibly accomplish today were whirling around in my head. One beat up shin guard after another, I covered them with a crystal clear white sock to match the dark colored jersey. I took a deep breath lacing up my new cleats I’ve been longing to wear out. The talk from around me was not my focus at the moment, so I stood quietly and put in my ear buds.

“Um-hmm, trying to come up with any reasons to waste my tax money is more like it,” Marge protested.

It was a dark and stormy night in Wismertown. The streets abandoned as everyone has retreated to the safety and security of their own homes. Or so that was to be expected. One boy, a very reckless boy was still on the streets, running. But from what? Nobody knows. It is said to be 50 feet long and just as wide, a very feared beast. Wismertown is filled with monsters and all sorts of misshaped creatures, but none were like this. Jake ran and ran until he could not and would not run any farther. He finally reached his home. He jumped onto his bed and under the covers as the gargantuan beast was still patrolling the streets. After a few hours of hiding under the sheets passed, Jake heard a satisfying flap of wings and looked outside to see the

Well this beast being a raccoon with rabies. I ran, I ran, Then time stopped. I put the raccoon high in the tree and ran. I would run faster but I couldn't. I had to go, and I ran to the house as fast as I could. I finally made it, I finally made it home and I sat down and thought, "How could I use my power for good? How could I use my power for anything other than mischief?" I laid on my bed, wondering if I would ever find out what I could do to make things right, and I sat there, wondering, I was doing nothing but wondering. All day and all night, wondering, Just

“I don’t know what happened to my shoes. Where’d they go?” Alex bends at the waist and spots them under the seat.

“Get your phone,” He looked at her feet that were now bleeding from the bramble. “And put on shoes.”

“You were just complaining about being bored with scouting missions.” She snapped back. “Now it’s not boring enough? Go back to your wall if you want peace and quiet.”

The same moment I decided to quicken my speed, a deer burst through the night. I screamed, stumbled and hit the ground with a loud thump. I sat on the moist ground for a moment to try to recover but my heart began to throb as if it was beating within my throat. It was just a deer I told myself, I had to be brave. Trying to get myself together I began to feel this hot puffs of air on the back of my neck. “It’s the goblin!” I screamed as I rapidly rose to my feet. My head spun like an owl as I went to look for what was behind me. I looked to the ground and discovered a little white dog. “You scared me to death little guy. What is a cute little puppy like you doing in a dense forest like this?” I said to him. I was relieved it was only a dog instead of the ghastly goblin, but I only made it half-way home by then. As I proceeded on the white little dog followed me. I felt more at ease now that I had him following me but he would not be considered much of a watch dog to most

Hellhounds are terrifying creatures they have the height of a Great Dane, the strength of a german shepherd, no fur at all, and their skin is blood-red, their eyes as black as the night itself. The master wears a cape that touches the floor and has fire coming up from the bottom, his hair is made out of fire, and his eyes are bright red. His staff is made of fire rods and a flame on the top, he is almost six feet and the staff touches the floor. He forged it in the lava at the volcano he calls home. I stood there unable to move. Then with a sudden feeling of courage I spoke in a demanding voice.