Slender Monologue

The horn has already sounded and I’m still running. I can feel my blood pulsing in my ears. The sounds of useless advice feels the air. I continue to run. I come across a cave and ran into it. I gasp in shock and as I walk into a lab filled with mindless people editing videos. A film crew rushes at me and says, “If you were able to be in Divergent, which character would you be?” I shake my head in confusion. I attempt to back up slowly, but they grab me and place me in front of a computer and yell, “Edit!” The slam the headphones on my head and everything becomes a blur.

The mouldy, rotting, brown house stood in front of Emily, only fear keeping her feet planted to the ground. Moaning and creaking noises being projected from the house. The grass was damp from the evening fog and every time she took a step the mud squelched. The bottom step squeaked as she applied pressure with her foot, she let out a sigh of relief as the old structure hadn’t swallowed her up. The door, slightly off colour from the rest of the house, loomed over her like a giant as he reached for the brass door handle. A shiver ran through her body like an electric current, the musty smell of a house that had been long abandoned filled Emily’s nose. It was dim and uninviting. The furniture dusty and old, looking as if it would crumble to dust if she was to touch it. Mould ate away at

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Thomas’ ship made it to the Atlantic about an hour after daybreak- it was a lot quicker going downriver than up. He was relieved not to see any other ships a sail as he pointed the eagle figurehead toward the north and Charleston Harbor. He just hoped his luck continued and he made it in easily. The closer they came to harbor the harder it was to keep thoughts of Allie at bay. Staring ahead, he tried to keep a watchful eye on the horizon- he estimated that they should make it to Charleston about suppertime.

Short Story/Scene In a little town in California, Littletown ville, is a town known for baseball. They had a little league called the Littletown ville Jaguars. They didn’t have practice today for the little league all stars, but joe’s friends had decided to practice. “Hey billy do you want to play catch?” said Joe.

Thomas was well traveled; she had never traveled beyond Savannah and Charleston; moreover, as far as she knew, although he was well educated and older than she was, neither had Eli. Allie pouted for a moment, and then her spark returned. All would be well once they were settled in Salisbury. Maybe she could accompany Thomas on some of his trips if the war was not as bad as most seemed to think it was going to be. After breakfast, Thomas left her briefly and then returned. At ten a.m., a carriage arrived to pick them up to take them to her

If my walls could speak, they would tell sad stories' they would tell of times with love and heart break, anger and misery.

Nothing was heard, only the water droplets that drops from the crack ceiling. Making a small puddle on the ground, having mice roaming around the place.

Inspired by Haunted by Evanescence. "Watch out for the Slender-Man!" I heard a voice on the playground say. I looked to the left where I heard the voice call out. It was some of my classmates, Jason and Zachary.

“Concentrate, Aiden!” He clapped his hands. “Please you really need to focus. This is important. Children have to be careful when they venture into the forest. There’s a pack of wild, voracious wolves with gaping mouths reeling with fangs and forked tongues each as thick as my wrist. They roam the woods, ten feet or more, and then hung in the trees, breathing raggedly tasting your scent, considering how best to devour you. As a matter of fact only, the other day several of them snatched a baby elf out of its sleeping mother’s arms and thrashed the poor little dear to pieces.

She stood there, a tall, thin steal gray fluffy haired figure on the top step for a second. And then looked down at the fair-haired children and smiled widely revealing a large gap between her two front teeth. She laughed cheerfully and declared, "Pay no mind to her. She's not so bad once you get to know her." Anna wondered about that. She seemed as if she were pretty good at being furious. "Come on, follow me." The lady said as she opened the door and allowed them to pass, "My name's Miss Margot. Now come along, there's no time to dawdle." She said in her sing-song voice and led them down a long, dark, narrow hallway that was lined with solid wood paneling. As we walked, she tugged at their arms to quicken their pace. Eventually she stopped and pressed on a spot in one of the boards and a door popped open. She and the children hurried into the cold, damp lopsided little basement storage area that was filled with spider webs and smelt dank. Once inside the room Anna noticed that a single light bulb on a long cord swayed from the ceiling and an old broken folding chair and a chamber pot leaned against one of the walls. And that in the back of the room there was a tiny, grimy window that permitted a sliver of evening moonlight to pass through. "That's yours." Miss Margot said and pointed her

Another steward came and showed me to my room. My stateroom was bigger than my master bedroom, I wondered how the museum could afford this voyage, the museum wasn’t doing great financially, I had some of my money with me in the case of emergencies.

The room was nice. It had a living space, a bathroom and two large beds. Eric felt lucky enough to have a room with a window, facing the city. And turns out, he also got the bed by the window

That night I didn’t know what lied ahead for me, I just wanted to clear my head from the tragedy that was left for me.  The one thing I can’t decided is which took the bigger toll on me the physical damages or the mental.  Here we will jump in to the horrific things that have happened to me. You may not believe a single word I utter. I tell you this really did happen, this story is true, and I’m not insane.  Let me introduce myself before we get into the story.  I am Izzy Hallis.

My parents definitely wouldn't be if they found out, which of course they won’t. They don’t give a damn about my life anymore, much less where I am until 1:30 in the morning when I get home. They think I’m just putting off steam with my friends, smoking or drinking or picking up chicks, it’s what they’re hoping. But I’m just not that kind of person. Don’t get me wrong, I am letting off steam, just in a different way than most people would expect of me.