Victorian Epilogue

The world today consists of children roaming the streets, technology taking over the world, and being able to work wherever you'd like but, could you imagine a life without all these things? Believe it or not there was a time in life where these things were very uncommon to see. This would be known as the victorian era. This time period was between 1837 and 1901. Daily life was very different from now. Health, social classes, and fashion are just three examples of how daily life was different in the victorian era.

“Where should we walk to?” I asked. “I don’t know” said Megan. Elizabeth chimed in saying “let’s just walk around seeing where we end up.” The three of us walked around, and ended up at the playground at Olmsted Elementary School. It was chilly out, but you only needed a sweatshirt. The playground was spooky at night. It felt like someone was hiding waiting for

The school broke out into a panic. Then I saw Bill sneaking to the back entrance of the school so I followed him. Then the thing I saw next was undelevidal Bill was letting werewolfs in.

The school had always been there on the hill to the west of the town known as Arralen. It had been abandoned around 17 years ago. Occasionally teens would go up there for parties or such, but other than that it was never visited and the whole town basically forgot about it. But recently people have been found around the school, guts spewing over their dead carcass, toes bitten off at the core and the smell of sewer rats circulating through the air. Most of their faces had been mangled from what seemed to be claws and their toes...gone. These discoveries shot shock through the small village of Arralen, making this old forgotten school the center of attention.

I open the door to the school hallway. Inside I hear the chatter of many students at once. There were dozens of people in the area, and I was slightly overwhelmed. This place I have entered is what I wold come to know as Quest Middle School, one of the most stressful, but interesting two years I have had in a long time.

He laid there, staring at the tv playing the news. It was about the shooting. I rushed to turn it off, blocking his view. He blinked at me, then smiled. “Hey, buddy.” I smiled back, crawling next to him and hugging him. Some happy tears stained our shirts as I held him. We laid there for a long time in just pure silence. Our minds were saying the unspoken words. “Why did it happen?” Travis said into the air. “It happened because--” I stopped short. Why did it happen? Travis stared up at me, waiting for my answer. “I-I don’t know.” my brow furrowed in confusion as I pondered. Silence overcame us again. Eventually, soft snores came from Travis. He had fallen asleep. I stared at the wall, still unable to sleep. A woman somewhere screamed for unknown reasons. That scream triggered a flashback in my

It was the first day of school at Brooklyn High school and at some ungodly hour, my cold-blooded step brother,Alex,came pounding on my door, saying,”Gracie, wake up, it’s time for school and my room isn’t clean!!” It was so early, even the taxi drivers were sleeping.

“Cool. My name is Justin, by the way. So is it true that you’re testifying against that Andy Evans? He is sooo disgusting. I don’t know what girls see in him.Everyone knows how nasty he is now,Justin Realizing that I had just made my first new friend in a very long time, I began to talk to him. I mean really talk to him. Not the kind of conversation I’d usually had with people, where I assured them that I was okay, and thanked them for their present or card. Me and James talk all the time now during and outside of summer school.

The moon rose over the ruins of the village, bathing the roads in an eerie silver glow. Destroyed buildings, some with fires still burning within, littered the town. The old architecture crumbled to the ground, no longer able to hold itself up. The wind whipped fiercely across the battered landscape. Silence echoed throughout the rubble, not a single person in sight. The inky darkness of the night slowly became more pronounced as time moved forward.

Sneaking out the house at midnight for the fourth time this week. I slowly slink out the front and the brisk night air tickles my cheeks. Closing the door, I endure the most painful silence as the ever so slight noise may wake my sister. It finally shuts and I wait for a moment to see if anyone rushes to find who left or entered the house. After a few minutes, I decide it's safe to go. I walk down the driveway as the midnight breeze embraces me. As I reach the sidewalk, I look to the moon. It's tender white light illuminates the sky, but is polluted by the harsh yellow light spewing from the street lamps. Despite how ugly the street lamp light is, it still does the job of providing adequate quite well. I turn left down the street and head toward

In the gloomy nights of Vale, everything was silent. The shattered and irregular moon was high in the air and looked over the vast city, and was currently observing over a new soul who entered its brilliant gaze.

If you had the opportunity to pass through a portal which would magically send you into another space and time, would you take it? What would happen if you were transported back in time to Victorian England? Do you have the necessary survival instinct and the accessory survival skills? Can you use your knowledge of your own era to your advantage?

Her fur slid down her arm and her dress glittered as she breathed in the night air, and even as tiny beads of sweat prickled her flesh she smiled finally realizing what she had been missing….Silence. The silence was suddenly broken by muffled punctuated down beats and she turned her head to an alley, it looked like any other alley but a couple were standing by a door and the next moment the music grew louder as the door opened and the couple disappeared. Tilting her head Mildred shifted her fur higher on her shoulder and walked towards the door, knocking cautiously.

A chilled breeze caused my hair to stand up on end, so I peek over my shoulder to see the window in my bedroom door open. The blue, polka-dotted whipped around violently but I couldn 't hear the sounds of a strong wind. Huh, could have sworn I 'd closed that. . . I spring to my feet and shiver as I step across the cold floor toward my room. On my tip-toes, I pull the screen down to shut it and take a minute to stare out the window. The moon cast a dim light over the small town, illuminating only the fronts of houses and the tip of trees, abandoning all else to darkness. A light fog danced in the distance and I smiled thinking how perfect it looked on Halloween 's night. I looked down from the top floor one last time then tugged the curtains shut.

The sky was silent. Leslie watched it, trying to see the stars beyond the red smog. The cabin was far from the city, but the noises and the lights still carried across the river. She didn’t notice, she only watched the sky. There was nothing between her and the starless sky and the red smog. Paul came out onto the porch, she knew it was him before she turned and saw his shadow in the soft, yellow light. The floorboards creaked softly as he came across the porch and settled into the chair next to her. She shifted away from him, from the tingle of the energy that came off of him. He sighed and crossed his legs.