Short Essay On The Hallower

It was a cloudy day, a mild 78 degrees and Lezley McSpadden was taking a drag of her cigarette outside of the local grocery store where she was employed. She was midway through her shift when a friend of hers called and said that someone had been shot by Canfield Green Apartments. Maybe it’s only a mother’s instinct to recoil in fear, but in that moment Lezley could think only of her son Michael. Michael had recently graduated three months before and she wasn’t sure of his

It has been ten years since Fred left for Vancouver. Fred is now twenty-seven, but still in the seventeen-year-old body he was when he was turned into a wretched monster. He still thinks of the day that he left behind Bree and Diego, part of him wishes that he had stayed, instead of going to Vancouver. He also remembers the cold, dreary day in Seattle, walking home on his usual route, not having a care in the world, because everyday was the same, until he saw the man from the newspapers. The man in the newspapers was mentioned everywhere. No one knew where Riley, a nineteen-year-old college student would have went. Fred thought about how idiotic it was to ask Riley if he was okay- maybe he would still be a human. Fred sulked as he walked home from the fifth high school he has went to.

“Hey, (y/n), you kept saying you were worried about spending all your money here?” Michael checked with you.

Ariel got out of her chair. “I’ve heard enough here and I’ve come to one conclusion,” she siad, leaning forward to hold up a finger to Kira’s face. “You’re an idiot.” She stomped over to the pantry muttering something to herself as Kira tried to pacify her.

Jim passed Mike and his truck on the way to the store. Mike was headed home in a hurry, as a matter of fact, couldn’t help but remember seeing Mike’s truck up by Marsh Lake a few days ago. He figured Mike must have been fishing, as he knew Mike had been laid off again and he loved to fish. He was sorry he had to lay Mike off, but business was slow right now. As soon as things picked up, Mike will be back to work. Jim noticed that he had been acting strange lately but Mike was always different. He never hung out with the guys or, as far as that goes, he hardly spoke to anyone either. He was one of three men Jim had to lay off for a few

Ring, went the bell signaling that fourth period was over. "Yay! We Mr. Bond's class next," I excitedly told my best friend Danniele as we walked out of art. "Ugh, I wish Mrs. Jones taught art at Dean," she said as we walked to class. After the short walk to class, I took my seat next to Danniele and got out my homework. As the bell rang for family time to begin, a guy walks in with a schedule in his hands, Based on that and the whispers around me, I figure out that he's the new kid. The more I looked at him, the more familiar he seemed. That's when it hit me he looked like a kid I knew named Jaymez back in first grade but I wasn't sure. I made a mental note to ask him about it later. Quickly I shook the idea from my head and paid attention to what Mr. Bond was saying.

He grabbed at Auron's wrist to get him to let go. “You said you wanted all monies today so we could leave.”

"Oh. I'm sorry you have to put up with that." Carmilla was interrupted by her server holding her order. "I hate to leave you here with that going on, but I gotta get back to my room to pull an all-nighter. Hopefully I'll get to bed by 3. I'll see you creampuff." She gave a smile to Laura who returned one back to

Mark looked at him. “I’m putting my clothes back on. I figure we are through here.”

She replied with a shy smile. He looked at her for a moment before returning her smile. Michael nodded and got up. When his hand reached the door he looked over his shoulder and told her he’d be back in a few. Giving her a timid smile he left.

On a gloomy and foggy day in Denver, Colorado Michael decides to go on a hiking trip by himself. He is a tall skinny, brown hair and eyed man. Michael is 24 and decided he doesn't want kids because he wants to live his life free. Michael gets all his equipment ready and drives to the mountains. As Michael approaches the trail he sees detectives investigating a case. He drives up and rolls down his window slowly.

“Yeah, because working at a snack table all night with the one guy who's convinced I'm Danny Phantom is 'fun',” Danny deadpanned.

I was paralyzed in fear as instead of seeing more blood, muscles and a skull when the police officer ripped his skin... everyone saw wires, circuit boards and metals. A gaping hole penetrated through the metal where the thick revolver bullet had shot. In seconds the ticking became louder and faster. the biggest man boomed "GO, NOW", I ran out of the bar, and the last thing I saw, was the police officer taking his hat off, and bowing as an explosion consumes my bar. The whole bar went up in flames, as the sky rained

The street was eerily quiet as I crossed. So was Mike. Staring at me unwaveringly, he said nothing as I approached. The crow's feet framing his eyes, the ridges in his forehead, and the crinkles in his cheeks still stand out in my mind. How many nights had he lain on that bench, covering his face as the wind whipped against it? Now he hugged his body tightly. He was wearing an old pair of tan khakis, a shirt that I couldn't see clearly, and a light multi-colored jacket, its sleeves ending above his pale wrists, that was just slightly too small and clung to his body. As I gave him the money in my wallet, he took it--slowly--and stared at it for a second in disbelief. Although the street in front of the library is usually an amalgam of car horns, headlights, whining engines throughout the night, nothing--not

“Put all the money in the bag!” The man screamed while shaking the bag rapidly. Terry instinctively swung his hands into the air.