The Story Of ' Moon Valley '

to transform the abstract concept of silence into a concrete

From somewhere in the stillness, she felt a soft breeze on her neck and heard a faint whisper in her ear “Lacey....” A trickle of fear ran down her spine as she gave a furtive glance around the room. She was alone, wasn’t she? Were there vagrants in the area? Afraid and needing to hear a human voice, she called out, “Hello? Is anyone here?”

However,my memory of her lived on in the rain,never fading,never ceasing.Without warning,I felt pain began to take hold of me,but I tried to feel nothing, yet the pain was inevitable.The pain stinged deeply and suddenly a sob escaped my

that the questions I was going to apply to him were out of a guideline given to us, he smiled and

A morbid melancholy stole over me. Anxiety gnawed at my heart. I was a living corpse. There was a feeling of chill in the air every day as I felt. I faked illness so as not to go to school. Despair hangs heavy in the stifling air. It was a dreary day for me , cold and without sunshine. I dread people and always avoid people. The door was locked from the inside. A cold grey light crept under the curtains. The windows were secured with locks and bars. The room felt cold and sterile.The flowers faded for want of water. A single lamp was suspended from the ceiling. The clock ticked louder and louder in a quiet room. I regarded the room as a refuge from the outside

Looking around I was shocked: no animal heads on the wall or blood on the floor and there definitely wasn’t his arm in a glass case. In fact, it looked like any other home to me: a warm fireplace and pictures on the wall of friends, family . . . and medals? I was pulled out of my thoughts when a warm scent hit my nose. I looked over to see him holding a tray of cookies and warm cocoa. He offered me a seat and I eagerly asked about all the pictures and medals.

"there was a man! He took my bag, he ran towards the woods!" I said as I pointed towards the trees. The guy nodded,

A nice breeze is filling my forest… it is amazing today, the birds are celebrating with more cheerful tones than usual, and the supernatural are on their top.

He seriously didn't wanna talk at all. He went to his side of the room and unpacked his bag.

He smiled back at me and I wondered how it could affect me so much. I really wanted to kiss him, but I knew where it would lead, and I knew he had to go. So, we just looked at each other for a moment.

“Here we will feed,” he told them, heading up the walk toward the front door of a house.

He walks inside taking off his coat. I close the door after he walks inside. I follow him to the living room waiting for him to start talking, but instead he watches my movement as I went and sat on the opposite of him.

“Okay.” he said timidly as we arrived at the top of the driveway. Walking closer to the house I could hear the yelling that always went on there and I cringed. I didn’t want him to have to hear that, it was embarrassing. But we headed into the house anyway and quickly slithered into my room before we were notice by the arguing monsters in the kitchen.

Mabel had known there would be silence. That was the point, after all. No infants cooing or wailing. No neighbor children playfully hollering down the lane. No pad of small feet on wooden stairs worn smooth by generations, or clackety-clack of toys along the kitchen floor. All those sounds of her failure and regret would be left behind, and in their place there would be silence.4

As the rain picked up, the windshield fogged over. The heat didn't work in the old car, and Sarah reached forward as she drove down the familiar route, wiping the condensation off the windshield with her hand, so she could see. When she caught sight of the rode ahead, she slammed on the brakes, seeing the light in front of her had turned abruptly to red. As they slid to a stop on the worn old tires, a thump in the back seat made Sarah's gut clench with sickened dread.