The Documentary ' The Blanket '

Sarah loved her brother dearly. He was in her mind and thoughts most hours of every day. She so desperately wanted to get back to the apartment where that she could find him alive. She was only too late. His body reeked and had a terrible stench. Edouard Tezac said, “There was this smell...The smell of something rotten, putrid. Then my father slowly

“Well, it’s stupid, but remember that time we went into the woods — you know, to that old abandon house? Well, I just keep having dreams about it and that guy that Justin said he saw. It’s been kind of haunting me — affecting my daily life actually. Anyways, it’s silly, but can you just tell Jason I’m sorry and to call me.”

"Derek? What's wrong?" When Derek didn't respond, Stiles knelt next to him and reached out to touch his shoulder. Derek's reaction was instant and terrifying... just not in the normal 'werewolf' way. Derek shoved himself backward and started vomiting in violent

After taking a deep, calming breath, he opened his eyes and gave the young intern an apologetic look. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have yelled. It’s just… I was there; I saw what they did to him and… Shit! He’s my friend, and I just want to know if he’s okay!”

He staggers, worn and exhausted, to his seat in front of the the tv and falls into it. A rainbow washes over the room as the tv screen bursts to life. Faces flash on the screen peddling an limited supply of the next best gadget to make life easier. So, Jean-Claude sat still and silent as he watched tv while the rotting corpses of his family putrefied in their beds upstairs. The house was silent other than the broadcast salesmen enlightening viewers with the tales of an easier

Terrifying shrieks filled the air as dark blood trickled down his body. He lay on the road, worn down, the blood staining his clothes, creating a stream down the road. He thought of his life, why he hadn’t realized what horrible acts he had committed. He thought why he had to be a fireman. He thought why was there no good in this world. He lay there waiting for his final seconds to quickly pass. “Farewell,

As you well know, it’s been a while since i did anything outside of the studio.” She felt better knowing that he had only been trying to help, she had dreaded saying yes to Pat but felt it was the right thing to do. Now sitting across from Doug, she thought whether to tell him about meeting Derek the day before. There hadn’t ever been any secrets between them in the past. She confided in him often with no restrains about small and big issues in her life, yet this time she decided there was nothing really to tell. She would never see Derek again, it had all been a onetime encounter and their paths would never cross again. She continued eating her meal; the waitress came by to check on them. They both agreed their meal was delicious.

“Watch your back,” Gale mutters darkly. “Out here there’s no way to prove who shot who.”

The metal cuffs squeezed off his circulation making his chocolatey skin turn red. The calming ring of pop music was well missed, and the relaxation experienced seconds before was a memory. First his parents disappeared...now this? This was a week worth remembering for all the wrong reasons.

His varicose ulcer fades and his persistent cough seems to disappear. Julia gives him a ‘desire to stay alive’ and he realises that he wants to ‘stay alive as long as possible’ to delay his inevitable end. His perspective on life changes as he gains

He was trying to piece together a town plot all the while thinking how ludicrous that is when it hit him: he was in Mrs. Walker’s class too! He had written a letter with the rest of the class. What he couldn't remember was what it said. The more he tried to access his childhood, the more it eluded him. He remembered Mrs. Walker. He could recall how much trouble he was always in. He even unlocked the recollection of Amy Kessler: the first girl he had ever kissed. But the letter or what was written on it ran from his struggling mind. As he battled to remember, he glanced down at the lock, now twisting and flipping in his nervous hands. The violet glow was growing stronger. Why was everything different after Flemming read the letters? Why was his best friend not here? Why was Mike rich? Questions began swirling around faster and faster. Tom had to grab the stage to steady his weakening knees. He closed his eyes in an attempt to calm his mind and nerves. The questions still dug at the back of his mind like gnawing

Stiles never knew what he was walking into when he showed up at Derek’s loft. A beaten up, bloody werewolf, a psycho killer, or an empty apartment that hasn’t been used in a week. But he had never imagined walking in and discovering this.

Rhett sat awkwardly in the passenger seat of Link’s car as the man drove in silence. The whole day Link had been acting odd and quiet, every time Rhett had tried to start a conversation Link would curtly answer and end the conversation quickly. Rhett wasn’t sure what was wrong with the man, but he hoped tomorrow's episode wasn’t ruined by the man’s foul mood. As they came closer to his house Rhett decided to say something.

I’m supposed to let someone else important to me die?” Jeff sighed, and I could see him struggling to figure out what to do.

“Daniel is dead!” I blurted out. Then came the tears I’d tried so hard to hide. They ran on and on down my face like a waterfall. I don’t know how long I was crying, but I know that at one point I ran out the door and all the way to my grandparents’ house. It must’ve taken me an hour, at least. They lived fifteen miles out of town, but I was audacious. When I reached my destination, I knocked on the door desperately. My grandma answered it and saw my red, blotchy face. A worried look made its way to