Short Story : The Shadowy Beasts

Scary Short Story What if you went to a haunted house but, you figured the “decorations” were not fake decorations? The night before Halloween, My friends and I had a sleepover so we could plan our outfits,and go to the store and get stuff we wanted. So, Kylie’s mom took us to school the next day. After school, her mom picked us up again. We all went to her house, her mom had to go back to work. She told us to be careful and that we could to Trick Or Treating BUT, we could not go in someone's houses IF we did not know them! We went and we went all around town just walking and not stopping at every house just walking and talking. We saw this one house that had amazing “decorations”! We went to it and rang the doorbell. A guy answered the door,

Harris Burdick Narrative - The Third-Floor Bedroom Jason glanced through the car window as his father pulled into the driveway of their new house, dirty and plain. Their family had moved from Texas into a house in the misty woods with the nearest city, Flora, half a mile away. I don’t like this place thought Jason.

Not only did Chris seclude himself, he also was immensely ill prepared when he stepped foot into the wild. Chris could’ve prevented his death if he had properly

Nature’s Built In Sited in the northeast corner of Nocatee, the Twenty Mile neighborhoods contain the largest lots, the most natural views and the (mostly) undisturbed settings of any Nocatee neighborhoods. Your skyline won’t be broken by surrounding power poles, other homes jammed side-by-side or the noise of nearby commercial corridors. Although you will spot neighbors’ roofs or yards — hey, it’s a neighborhood, right? — your primary views will be blue Sunshine State skies, the cool canopy of old live oaks and the shimmering surfaces of ponds and lakes.

“The gentle green hills which on either hand enclosed the village, tufted here and there with magnificent trees, the village itself, straggling and wide, each cottage being far apart from its neighbors and each ornamented with flower beds and shrubberies; these with a lovely stream which would through the valley, formed, as far as my memory may be trusted, one of the most exquisite panoramas, on which it has ever been my good fortune to

In the essay, The Loss of the Creature, written by Walter Percy, he discusses multiple stories relating to an unknown “creature” in our lives. Life is about our experiences. It is important to explore the world whenever we get the opportunity, but we must look at the world through a

“There were orchards, heavy leafed in their prime, and vineyards with the long green crawlers carpeting the ground between the rows. There were melon patches and grain fields. White houses stood in the greenery, roses growing over them. And the sun was gold and warm.

In the essay, The Loss of the Creature, written by Walter Percy, he discusses multiple stories relating to an unknown “creature” in our lives. Life is about our experiences. It is important to explore the world whenever we get the opportunity, but we must look at the world through a new perspective in order to truly see it. Walter Percy indirectly tells us, the most worthwhile kinds of experiences are not the ones we plan, but the ones we don’t quite expect to happen. My mother planned a vacation for my family and I looking for that once in a lifetime experience. She decided that the experience would take place in Hawaii, the Aloha State. Unfortunately, that once and a life time experience she was searching for, would not be the highlight

The American west, was at one point a vast landscape untainted and undisturbed by the heavy footprint of American growth and development. Her rolling his, deep valleys and fields

In the short story “The Thing in the Forest” by A.S Byatt, the author introduces the thing as dark, ominous and has a very putrid smell that is almost like a representation of death. The thing in the forest lurks and wanders around the forest next to a house filled with children that have been sent there because they have been evacuated from their town. I believe that the thing represents or would symbolize many things, and also considering the time frame the story was written in pre-world war era I would say that the story probably represent the death or the decay of the men that fought in the war. Also I believe that the thing symbolizes something literal like an injured soldier that tried to get the attention of the girls that wandered the forest. Lastly, In parts of the story I gives you some indication of the thing and it makes the thing sound like it might be any army closing in on a country or city cause the thing came in “waves”. So the thing might be a wave of scary putrid smelling soldiers that sound and looks like death.

Brodie thought about everything they were saying. They were right, his friends had been there for each other through thick and thin. So why couldn’t he count on them to help him overcome his fear of the dark?

Putting everything into a metaphorical big picture, the town, his life, it all looked like a small pond, still, serene, and shimmering. It was ungrateful, he knew, but he couldn't help but yearn for the pebble that would someday shatter the calm and cause chaos with the ripples it created.

Holding vigil, Tabitha sat at his bedside talking to him, as he lay there unresponsive. Despite there being no chance of improving his current state, she remained resolute. She owed him that much, especially after readily accepting his death without the benefit of a body for confirmation after the flood.

In the way, I saw large acres of natural land right in the middle of the city. High and numerous bridges was the

The Scary Hairy Monster One day, there was a girl named Macy. She had cheerleading practice that day, she was at home getting ready for practice. The time came when she had to go downstairs, she had to go downstairs to get her practice clothes. She was scared to go downstairs.