Welcoming Doom Chapter 13 Creative Writing

Scratch looks upon the haunt from the distance in the dark. The exterior was black , shaped like a castle with flicker lights coming from the fake windows. He breaths heavily looking at the lined up crowd , screaming from the outside actors , awaiting to get inside. “ I can't wait any longer , that bitch made me loose strength.” “I have start killing now so Halloween is not more work cut out for me .”

I comfortably drive my car into the desolate street, Perusing the deserted buildings, Smashes windows and rusted For Sale signs. The car locked up like Fort Knox. I observe the street for trouble. Two young boys look at me from afar as if I'm an alien. Do I stand out that much same greasy hair, expensive clothes, a smart car I suppose I am out of my comfort zone? “Mister, you don’t belong here” his hand gripped his switch. “Pony.... Ponyboy Curtis” I stammer “I live here or at least I did, I'm here to see two-bit’ The Boys turn around “geez his old now” the boy's chirp. The boys stroll away in awe that they saw the great Ponyboy.

Then some of people noticed a new guest, dress as a clothes of the Red Death. Everyone was freaking out because of him. When Prince Prospero saw this guy, he became angry and asked courtiers to seize him and unmask him. But no one have the courage to do it, including Prospero himself. The Red Death walked through the rooms, heading toward the black room. Prospero chased him with taking his dagger. Prospero reached the edge of the dark room, the Red Death suddenly turned to face him, and Prospero fell on the ground and dead. "Then, summoning the wild courage of despair, a throng of the revelers at once threw themselves into the black apartment, and, seizing the mummer, whose tall figure stood erect and motionless within the shadow of the ebony

Whoever that is, was it so obvious that she was torn? Dizzy wondered if it was just Fallen that might notice or if she were wearing some damned sign or something. Maybe it was a guess, or nothing at all, Dizzy had no idea but she didn't want to dwell on it. Not when she had something that actually made her happy right in front of her. "Well anyone after any part of you will have to go through me." she spoke with a real amount of censarity in her words before a shiver ran down her spine.

Diamond was so excited about her new furniture purchase that she could not sleep. She stayed awake all night trying to help her Aunties clean. She told her Auntie Mahogany about the 24-hour grocery store for food. Realizing that no one ate, Mahogany agreed to go grocery shopping and she wanted to locate a place to eat. Ebony agreed the Cascade/Camp Creek area had many nice places to eat that were conveniently located to the house for a quick meal. The following day, Ebony remained at the house to await the delivery of the furniture. Diamond begged to stay home, but she received instructions to go to school and be surprised when she came home. The company delivered the furniture as scheduled. The girls wanted to know what to do with the other items and Ebony requested that they place them in

Instead of taking to painting the Beta Bridge myself, I would be considerate of my classmates and slip an art student a $20 to paint the bridge for me. It’s not necessary that my half-legible cursive scrawl be enlarged for all to see.

As the winds wisp through the willowy woods on one warm November nighttime, our worrisome subject eyes a wooden orifice far into the night. The crunch of leaves and pinestraw accompany his stroll through the midnight Mississippi forest. Spanish moss waves through the wind as Deacon, or as he is affectionately known by his friends as Deac, moves ever so closer to this new object. It is the source of his visit to this mundane backwood land that appears otherworldly to Deac. A cabin in the woods is where Deacon is making his trek to, to visit his girlfriend’s family. “They could’ve told me that I couldn’t drive to the cabin,” Deacon mumbled to himself as he battles the brisk, hard blast of the breeze in the barren woodland. Deacon reaches the door of the

“It gets dark early here in the valley. The tall mountains that surround us make it seem later than it really is. Sometimes it’s nice though, being cocooned in silence with only the whisper of the distant wind through trees. Other times it’s spooky.”

Moving deeper in, Lance began to think through the situation a bit more thoroughly. The longer they spent with the crocodiles the more likely someone was to be caught. If they both made it through however, the temporary truce they’d formed was likely to dissolve. There would either be a fight, or a race to the end, and it wasn’t guaranteed that Lance would win either of them. The future was looking grim.

Remus sobbed out harsh huffs of warm air as he nuzzled his face against Lily's neck. "He's a fucking prat.”

The cemetery had been well, dead all night and Buffy and Spike had been patrolling for a couple hours. It wasn't early enough to turn in but if Buffy was honest she was a little tired. Her hand lingered near his, before their fingers tangled, and she planted herself down on a gravestone.

Bodies littered the battlefield, but Bass was only concerned with one as he picked and prodded through the bodies clutching at the gunshot wound to his gut.

Well I expected for the camp friendship fieldtrip be really boring. I thought that all we were gonna do was have a stupid talk about friends. Plus I thought that we would climb up a playground sized rockwall. I also thought that the bus ride would just be an hour long of boring. I was thinking it would be as boring as a book club meeting.

He must have came to the school to pick me up and seen that I walked away with Corban. “What do you want Kamric!” “I am here to take you back to the cellar. You need to be punished for not going to the farm right after school” he said in a weird voice. “I will not go back into that cellar it is horrible down there” I say bout to cry. “Well you will go back down there if you like it or not. You are nothing but a dirty little slut. No one will ever love you or what to be around you. I hope that you end up dieing before you ever find someone that will love you” he said is a sick voice. “I will never go back in that dark place. You know that there are evil things that happen down there” Lucky says with anger.

"Well, that's why they call me a merc, pet. Don't much care who I haveta kill." He lit a cigarette and held his pose against the Bronze's rusted side. He had to admit, Sunnydale was an interesting little town in its own right. Hellmouth a flutter, cute little Slayer to nip his heels; some of the local music outfits weren't even half bad. He could picture himself taking a short term job here. Sample the local nightlife, cause fuss where he could. The Bronze had reeked of Slayer power to him before she'd even introduced herself, and he almost found himself intrigued.