Under My Bed

So much pain, so much blood. Everything was fuzzy, people looked like splotches blocking my vision. The yelling. It’s getting louder. I look for light, but only darkness is here now. There. Under the door. I try my hardest to lift the fallen door, but a shooting pain propels up my leg so I stop. “

When the monster is trying to get the mace out I swing my baseball bat at his stomach. It obviously hurt him because he dropped the chain from the mace. He bent down to get the chain from the ground and I hit him again with the bat on the top of his head. He fell back on his bum. I grabbed the chain and went to throw it away but all it did was yank me back. I pull again but I keeps pulling back like a game of tug-o-war. Then I feel myself rising from the ground and my t-shirt being pulled upwards. I turned my head slightly and of course it was him. I held on to the chain for my life, or though it was slipping because of my sweaty hands, but with how strong the monster was, 1 tug pulled me straight off. I eyed the bat on the ground wishing I had it in my hands. He lifts me a bit further up and throws me to the ground. I can feel my body flying through air I than can feel every part of my body fall against the ground. My body aches, my vision is fuzzy and I can’t hear anything. I can finally see properly, so I see where the monster is and he is walking over to me. I try to get up and run but I'm too weak from when he threw me. He picks me up again and I squeeze my eyes of what might happen again. Nothing happens than I get dropped and I sit up and I see my mum standing there with my baseball bat huffing and puffing. The monster got up and picked up my mum by the throat and didn’t bother

“A Visit of Charity” by Eudora Welty and “Behind Grandma’s House” by Gary Soto both deal with similar topics about the relationship between the elderly and the young. “Behind Grandma’s House” is about a young child that is acting rebellious against society by cussing at an imaginary pastor, and scaring animals in the alley behind Grandmother’s house (291). He is rebellions until the grandmother comes out to hit the child in the face as discipline for what he has done (291). “A Visit of Charity” is about a young girl named Marion who visits a retirement home to visit with two elderly women so Marion can receive service hours for the Campfire Girls (116). Although “A Visit of Charity” and “Behind Grandmother’s House” both incorporate the Elderly

Still looking around through pitch black darkness I hear it again, louder and closer this time. My heart beats a bit faster in a panic of fear and adrenaline, and my eyes dart to the foot of the bed, hoping to see nothing and calm down. But instead, at the foot of the bed I can barely make out

I really enjoyed your response to the article, In the basement of Ivory Tower. I find myself agreeing with you in a few areas of your response, especially the parts regarding why the author chose to publish this piece or writing. I find that he simply wanted to express his opinion on why college isn’t for everyone, I don’t find myself agreeing with that statement but the author did a nice job of making the reader think about why? I also find myself agreeing with the fact that there are many other helpful things a teacher can do to help his students succeed, especially those students who need a little extra encouragement along the way.

I don’t reply and I don’t do what he wants. There’s no way on earth, I’m listening to him. His arm constricts around my neck and I gasp for air, dizziness flowing through me. I wonder how long I can hold out, but I don’t take that chance. “Alright,” I gasp, angrily.

Why couldn’t I just keep my mouth shut, keep my thoughts in my head, where they belonged? I felt my feet moving in a direction I most certainly did not want to go. Towards the hall.

Has your doctor indicated you anything about it? Wish all starts to get better for you soon, Ken, and those doctors do something for you as soon as possible. Don't worry about you aren't keeping up my message very well, it's understandable that your leg is your main preoccupation now, Ken. I think my messages have a bad side and a good side, or at least, not so bad. The bad side is they are usually a bit long.

The stick grazed the beast eye, blinding it in one eye. I took this to my advantage; kicking it in the chest as it whimpered to the ground by roared a loud and wind-filled growl into the air, declaring war. I bent down to the ground, before I lunged at the beast, swinging my legs around so I was on top with my broken ankle out of

Again, another backhand cuts me off. Pain stinging through my cheek does not stop me from speaking. I snap my dark eyes back at Stonewood. “You know I’m right and you hate it. It’s only the matter of time before the Order screws you over and leaves you for dead.”

You sit reclined in the cockroach infested darkness on a bed that is not yours, but you find that actually, it is far comfier than the one that you try to sleep on back home. In your own bed, the rusty springs that dig deep into your ribs serve as a welcome reminder of cold reality as your mind swims in the black waters of blissful agony. Here women scream, children scream but best of all the men scream in a high-pitched symphony of beautifully poised terror.

The moonlight beamed on my room and then I saw the rest of him. His skin was a ghostly white skin color and his hair was as dark as the night. His white hoodie was stained with blood from all his latest victims and was wearing what looked like black dress pants and black sneakers. Then he spoke it, the words that only a demonic being would say, that will haunt me forever to this day. “Go to Sleep”. I was so scared I started to

The monster stayed in my throat, but now, as I am getting buckled in and a helmet clamped on my head, it grows bigger. My heartbeat starts racing as cords are tugged on.

"I don't want to die!" She rasped out as the flames consumed her. The Puppet stared as the both you tried to escape and he flashed you a small smile before the flames started to melt him away. Debris started to fall down which made Springtrap switch directions multiple times due to the sizzling fire. "There's the exit! Don't give up, (Y/N)! I need you here!" You couldn't respond as Springtrap found an opening between the walls and pushed you out first before following

It was useless, though, because he would rip them off and open the door as if they weren’t even on it. We then tried to just sleep through it, but that was the worst idea ever. When the monster came in he screamed and screamed but we refused wake up. He began to pace and finally he couldn’t hold back and he lost his temper; he picked me up with his mighty strength and threw me at the wall Instead of hitting the wall, I went through it. I was very scared but after a couple of seconds I became braver as the monster came in after me. I realized, then, that we were in the monster’s lair. He ran around like he had in my room and didn’t even look at me and acted like I wasn’t even there. After a while he acknowledged me and began screaming in my face. There was a sharp ring in his house that made my ears hurt and made me want to leave. It didn't stop and I didn't know what to do, I didn’t want to move, but I was still very angry. He then began to speak, “You better listen to me, from now on get up when I call. The next time you don’t I’ll bring you back here and you’ll never be going home.” He said with a raspy and hoarse voice. I was scared but I knew I could defeat him. I also knew that if I didn't I would be in a terrible place for the rest of my life. He slammed me against the wall again and I was back into my room. The ringing was gone and I enjoyed the quietness of my room, that day I told my brother that we needed to defeat him that