The Story Of A Story

And there you have it. That is the story of how I got on this beanbag. But don’t worry, now that you are all caught up, we can both be surprised by all the action that will hopefully come! After 10 minutes of writing, I decided to explore. I got up and walked around. “Where are you going?” Anna asked. “To explore,” I uttered, “what are you gonna do?” “Stay here,” she replied. “Ok, but if you get scared, I won’t be here to comfort you,” I mentioned. “I don’t need any comfort from you,” Anna

"Baekhyun! Time for school!" His aunt shouted through his door. He groaned and rolled onto his back. At least yesterday he thought he'd get a quiet and nice ride to school, now he was stuck with Chanyeol. He'd forgotten to throw his clothes in the laundry, but lucky enough for him he found decent smelling clothes. He threw them on and headed into the kitchen. He sat down at the table and ate a couple bites of his breakfast. His appetite still hadn't returned, he would only eat for his aunt's benefit

I’m going to tell you the story, I’m going to tell it right. In order to do that we need to go back to the night before last. Now, I must warn you. This story is not for the faint of heart, nor for children or the elderly. This story is for those of dark hearts, those who are able to look into the darkness, unlike our dear killer, and not be engulfed. So, my dear readers, I must bid you ‘good luck’ and remember, don't look into the darkness that is contained in this story for too long, or I'm afraid

I wish I could say that it was all good until the very end, I wish I could say that fairy tales do come true and our story was just another book in the making, but it wasn’t. It was just a glance, all it took was a half a second of a glance and he walked away with my heart. And now a years later he continues to walk away with my heart but I’m not walking

“Oy!” The apple-stand woman yelled after him, as he lunged over her small display. “You off your chumps?!” “Sorry!” Gale tossed over his shoulder as he continued sprinting. The other side of the pavement had been too overcrowded with bustling pedestrians, and the roads were a’rollin with automobiles and Gale didn’t fancy gettin rolled, not when he had a train to catch. “Go chase yourself!” the Mrs. Grundy shouted, but Gale paid her no mind, already turning around the corner. It was a nice summer

As more and more people filled the room, I asked Jane why they had hired so quickly if they already had so much help. “Well no one is being allowed to leave the house until they finish the murder investigation,” she replied, “but many of them have handed in their notices.” “A murder investigation!” I exclaimed. “You mean she was murdered?” “Yes, didn’t you know? Lady Anne Sylvester was poisoned, and we’re all under suspicion for the time being.” What a curious place this house was turning out

“Ma! Hide! Get everyone and get in the wall! The gestapo are just down the road. They’re already at the Williams. Dalia! Adam! In the floor!,” Emilia yelled out of panic as soon as she entered the room. “Marc! Open the wall! Gestapo, down the street!,” Caterina called out to her husband down the corridor. The twins came bounding the stairs. “Where’s Pa?,” Adam panicked. “I’m here, I’m here!,” Marc screeched as he ran into the living room. The rest of the family waited as he opened the secret hideaway

flipped on the tv the very night i was creeped out i saw insane girl found dead. As i looked over my shoulder in the mirror next to the tv i saw athena dead. Shouted dad. Ahhhh! I exclaimed oh it was just a story haden i promise my dad said calmingly. In that moment i realized it was not a story it was true as i look in my dad's piercing blue eyes i saw athena was my dad's sister. As i sat in my bed cuddled up in my blacks with my father saying goodnight. I sat up in bed watching tv hoping my dreams

“Of course!” I yelled as I leapt over the glass and onto my bed. I had ran into my bookshelf that held my 30 pound mirror, which was now in pieces all over the floor, my bed and everything else. It wasn’t the first time I had broken a mirror so I wasn’t very surprised. It was just my luck. “How am I going to clean this up?” I ask Meaghan. I facepalm and sigh as loud as possible to show how annoyed I am, but then I realize that there is blood on my hand. I see a cut on my knee, just a scratch, no

If I were to say that I attribute who I am today to any one event, that would be the biggest lie I’ve ever told. My story is an easy read, no dramatic tales, no mind- bending feats; it starts with a little girl named Allie who wanted to be a mermaid when she was older. I grew up in an ideal situation, I had two older sisters and a dedicated mom and dad. I played dress- up and house and fit the description of a youngest child perfectly. I was an absolute terror. But I knew what I wanted and