Walking To School : Walking To School

It was a beautiful, full moon. The sort of moon that shines down rays of light illuminating the darkened streets. Not a breath of wind stirred in the darkness. The night was warm but the girl felt chilled to the bone. She hurried along; bare feet padding silently through the dark alleyways, hoping her parents wouldn’t catch her out this late. She knew she shouldn’t stay at Max’s house too late but he somehow always talked her into it. She speed walked through the narrow streets, feeling like the old Victorian houses were looking down at her with accusing glares. Yes she thought I am almost there! As she rounded the last corner and saw her house, standing silently along with the others. No lights were on and she couldn’t see ay movement

“MONSTER?!” The sound of a loud thud followed by footsteps and curtains being rattled played in the background. “How the hell did you get this number?! Is your ass stalking me?!”

The girls go back to the room and get ready for bed. Hailey tossed and turned all night worrying about the next day. She couldn’t handle the thought of being so high up and not having her feet on the ground. The thought terrified her. Hailey put those negative thoughts aside and began to think about what it would be like to walk into school and be able to explain how she conquered her fear. Soon enough Hailey was fast

It was around quarter to midnight, it was so much fog that all you could see was driver’s headlights peeping through the blur. Tamara, a young college student and her toddler Christofer were on their way home from Manhattan. They lived in an urban, over populated Hispanic neighborhood in the South Bronx. Tamara was exhausted as she raised the carriage down the steep, metal, rusty, 40-step subway staircase. She had been up since 6 am to be seated in her 8 am classes at Columbia University after a 2-hour train and dropping Christofer off at the babysitters. Tamara was finally on the ground and she sighed deeply and weeped. She stood 5 foot 1 and weighed 120 pounds. Lifting and pushing the carriage through the busy metropolitan streets of NYC was tiresome. Tamara was famished as she walked

“You’re a monster!” She screamed at him.’’You’re a monster!” She repeated as she was backing away from him.

“Hey, Jonathan, I heard some weird noises, like rustling and footsteps today, any idea what it might have been.” I asked.

I continue straightforward, only to see that the streetlights were malfunctioning. The darkness creeps onto the street and surround the street like a veil. I stop and begin to search neighbouring streets that may lead to alternative routes. This sudden epiphany of being alone in the dark sends a chilling trepidation like a person being held hostage at a gun-point range. ‘What if the robbers and serial murders were hiding in the dark, waiting, to strike me at a unsuspecting instance,’ I thought. The rain had stopped. I gulped and taste the air; humid, warm and wet. Disgusting. It had reminded me bitter memories of my experience with mosquitoes. I took a deep breath and went inside the

Whoever said the early bird catches the worm deserved to be shot. Genevieve pulled the blankets higher over her head after slapping her blaring alarm off. For the time being anyway. Give it 15 minutes and it would be going off again, simply because she knew one alarm would just not cut it. Maybe she could attempt to sleep through the second alarm. Or maybe it was the third? Oh well. Genevieve dozed off again, zoning back into consciousness a full half hour after what was actually her fourth alarm and she kind of panicked for a few seconds before remembering: no school.

“… But’s that’s all it took. One heartbeat. A blink, a breath, a second, and everything I knew and loved was gone…” Alice Bell, a sixteen-year-old who’s life wasn’t like a typical sixteen-year-old. Normal sixteen-year-old would be out with friends, at parties, having boyfriends, ex boyfriends. But that wasn’t the case with Alice; her over protected father was very strict with her. Alice and her only sister, Emma, weren’t even allowed to be outside when dark approaches. Her dad would patrol the surroundings of the house, with a rifle in hand, and scanning every movement. Her dad talked about the “monsters”, that these “monsters” would feed on you, infect you, and kill you. She thought her father was a lunatic. Although Alice has yet to see the “monsters”, her father did. But the night of her sixteen birthdays, Alice

Eerie shadows started appearing behind all objects, and rambunctious kids followed by paranoid parents occupied the sidewalks. Jordyn and her friends decided not to trick or treat this year seeming to be too old for the dressing up and running from house to house with a suitcase dreaded to be carried. Instead the group of girls decided to watch scary movies to set the Halloween mood. Each house’s porch along the way had been lit by jack-o-lanterns and the seasonal mums of fall colors. Smells of bonfires and leaves enlightened Jordyn’s nose along with lavender, having been the smell of shampoo used to wash her hair that was so intrigued with her face. “Only a little more way to go,” she thought to herself pulling her coat closer to her body as the breeze picked up. She looked up from the uneven sidewalks, swiping away the hair that had begun to annoy her, spotting a miniature Winnie the pooh stumbling down the path quite a bit ahead of her. “How cute,” she spoke quietly. She glanced more closely and realized something strange, there was no one else around the child. The last group of trick or treaters and their parents had passed no less than five minutes ago. The only houses ahead lead to a main road

One day, Annabel walked to a creepy monster statue she had made, and the creepy monster came to life, but Annabel didn’t see because she turned her back before the statue moved. Then she heard a big roar! She

“Sorry, no,” she replied without a second thought. After a few more steps, though, she stopped in her tracks. Why does that voice sound so familiar? She turned around to face the figure that spoke to her.

“Oh, I feel so sick,” she groaned. Though her head and stomach hurt, she still walked on through the empty streets of New York wrapping her arms around her body and heading home to get some much needed sleep. She past a dark alley, the only light was from a street light only showing what lay behind a couple inches past the wall, and immediately got a bad feeling about it. She started to walk a bit faster in a slight jog, her purse that was around her neck was now

The monster giggles while I silently cry. It has curly short brown hair and blue eyes. Its nose is oval with giant, hairy NOSTRILS! Some parts of its skin are bright pink while others beige. It holds me with its two bulging hands, but I can barely endure it. It sits on the moist grass and holds me between its legs. It’s a shame that I had to be captured on such a sunny day.

Its a cold Saturday night in October in New York City. Christina had ben fighting with her mom and step dad all week. No matter what she said, it didn’t seem to change their minds. They were being so unfair. She had finally had enough, so when they had gone to their room, Christina packed a small bag and left. Having not thought this all the way through, she walked for a while and saw a park in the distance. It was so dark, except for the street lights in the corners and one small