The Tower Of Terror - Original Writing

Original Writing I will be writing a story about an American Family, who has a very intelligent twelve year old child. Who has to undergo an Intelligence test, to see how bright he actually is. After a few hours of waiting, the results return and prove to be conclusive, and, as a result the boy is forced to have his brain removed. And replaced because he is seen as a threat to the future. It is either this, or faces Imprisonment. ''So, it's tomorrow then?''…

would cast a creepy shadow over the window where Team B was hiding out, next to the staircase. Then, they would throw a skull down the stairs, followed by Tamaki walking down dressed as the Clock Tower Witch. The Clock Tower Witch was an urban legend where a girl dressed as a witch fell from the clock tower on Halloween a while ago. Supposedly, anyone who sees her ghost on Halloween was supposed to be cursed. That would surely send them all running down one of the two hallways. On one end, Mori and…

after work.” The clock on the dash read 8:15 A.M., just as I was pulling into the parking spot, which was the same spot I parked in every single day. I took the elevator up to my floor on the 83rd floor of the North Tower of the most commonly known as the twin towers. The Twin Towers were a symbol of New York City. As I opened the door I quickly set down my stuff still having a few minutes to ponder and stretch before a long day of sitting, and answering phone calls. I start to peer at the plaque…

name you find out to be Areum hands you a towel as you walk into your office. You wipe your shoes off and pant legs. You settle yourself in the big space. You layout your phone, notebook, and glasses on the desk. You slip your glasses on and start writing down some important information about the company when you hear a knock on the door. You look up to see Seungcheol standing there. You nod and he enters your office. Seungcheol takes a seat across from you as you continue to write. You heart is beating…

architecture, and has eye-catching brick and stone detailing. Driving down Broad Street, going from North Philly towards the center of downtown, my eyes always drifted to the left to stare at this building—a structure somewhat resembling the “Tower of Terror” from Disney World. After passing this building various times, my mind began to question if this building was at one time a well-kept and prosperous place. As I passed this building once more, I took note of the rickety sign that sits on top…

The Victim - Original Writing It was the first day of term, Wesley entered school feeling nervous. All around him there were cheerful boys and girls in their blue and black uniforms. Although he knew who they were, they acted like he had never existed. Wesley felt as if it was going to be a repeat of last year. As Wesley glanced at the other students he saw the huge solid figure known as the Big Bad Bully: Roy, the boy who bullied Wesley frequently throughout the…

Writing has always been alien to me, I have always struggled putting my thoughts down on paper. While my childhood friends had diaries, I could not fathom why anyone would need one. The idea of putting your thoughts down on a piece of paper did not resonate with me, although I have always had a passion for reading, and found reading when I was a child a great way to get away without going anywhere. I have always been jealous of those that can put pen to paper and write as if it was second nature…

Creative Writing It was during the fall when it happen . I got a phone call from my father saying that migration got him.I started crying.I ciuld not believe what happen.when i told my mom she started crying. Then i called my aunt santa and told her. My aunt came over. i could not believe what happened. I could not stop crash. he was in jail and i could not believe it , we have to do things during the month’s .My dad would call us often and we had to pay. i was happy when i hear his voice. I cried…

Survival- Original Writing The sweltering jungle felt like a death trap; it was infested with venomous species of plants and animals. The humidity was intolerable. All I had was a small bottle of water, and a tiny, partly eaten, bar of chocolate. I had lost my main supply in the trees earlier, when I missed my landing target. I didn’t feel secure; yet I had no choice to continue. It was life or death for now, it was survival. I was mentally ill equipped for this alien…

adjacent streets. The mingling of their cheers and jeers created a festive melody that was contagious to all. White fluorescent orbs lined every street and hung from every doorway, fighting off nights impending darkness in recognition of Aeskar. Elm Tower watched over the people, a bright white beacon in the fresh spring air. And this was fitting, as it was a day for celebration. A visitor entering the city would likely be swept up by the crowd, add their own melody to the Katharos songs, and drink…