It’s Only a Game - Isn’t It? A small group of people sat around a ouija board expecting nothing to happen. A few nervous giggles were exchanged amongst each other. The laughter quickly stopped when the planchette stopped moving and the room became cold; the air turned thick and heavy. Something entered the space, a feeling of distress surrounded the group. They became paranoid, and felt like there was something looking at them from the dark corners. After what felt like hours trying to end the session
unnatural world so I am used to it. She said ok. “But today isn’t the day that I going to die.”She said. So we started to pack our book bags. With flashlights, first aid kit, water, and our phones. I had a special surprise for them. I had brought the ouija board
Cold breeze, a sour wind is blowing, leaves falling, dark, foggy sky. A princess, a rocker, a gamer, a traveler, and cat boy. A group of kids walked from their old run down school in there small old run down town to the park which was never used. The town was like a ghost town. Very little people lived around there unless they had no other choice. Molly Kendal was 10 and she was a princess, a diva, and her family lost a lot of money and even their house when her mom died, Meg Cruise was 15 and
In the middle of the night I was sound asleep, until I got this weird sensation throughout my mind that made me feel like I was being watched and awoke. When I sat up I noticed an average-looking man standing in the darkness of my bedroom. Frightened, I grabbed my blanket, moved closer to the wall, and followed the man with my wide-open eyes. Eventually, he made his way into my half-open closet door. I ran to turn the light on faster than a wimpy kid who punched the tough guy in school. Unlike
In the woods when the sun was just starting to set, there was a van driving on a long-abandoned road, behind the wheel of said van was a tired looking girl who seemed to be about 19. She took a sip of the long cold coffee, and turned to the turquoise haired girl sitting next to her. "Hey uhhhh Cas, Cassie? Where are we?" Noting the headphones, she stopped the car and turned around to inquire of the two boys in the back, "Kenny, Timmy, do either of you have an idea where we are? It seems like we've
One of the universal languages of the world may be a one that would not normally come to mind, and that is photography. People all over the world can understand it, whether they speak English or something else. Since the beginning, man has striven to leave his mark on the world, be it caves drawings, sketches, or paintings. The art of photography has evolved in many ways, such as the different materials that were used, the ways to develop a picture, a camera’s size and portability, and how the camera
access to music, as well as furtherance in music instruction. (Kirk, Hunt). Technology is not only responsible for a change in how we receive music, but also for a change in the music itself. With the growing popularity of digital music, it is no wonder that everyone suddenly wants to be a musician , and now anyone can educate themselves to do so.