What Is Longing?

The house grew darker as he travelled through, hoping he entered the right room. He stumbled over a pile of wood left from the flooring. Catching himself, he called out to the girl again.

I walked to the room at the end of the hall that led to the attic. I slowly placed my foot on the first step, calling out for Nancy. When I finally reached the top, I saw a long haired woman standing by the window with her backed turned to me. "Chelsea? What the hell are you doing here?" She was holding an axe in her hand and I started backing up, with no intention on going any further. She turned around and to my surprise, it was not Chelsea at all, but Nancy. She had blood rolling down her forehead, from the scalp that was ripped from Chelsea's head. "Oh, Dear," she said. "You gave me quite a fright." She started walked toward me. "What do you think?" She asked, running her fingers through the

Finally spotting the room, she swiped the card and entered, wondering if she was there first, or if he had left already. She was really nervous, a feeling she wasn't that used to experiencing, and that she absolutely hated. She was taking the pitifully low class interior decoration when she felt something cold against her head - it had to be a gun - and someone pushing her in.

As the door swung open, a musty odor greeted her. She fumbled to find the light switch. Standing in the doorway, she waited a few moments while her eyes adjusted to the darkness before moving into the center of the room.

The scream for help strewn her nerves everywhere, and her hands now shook with fear. As she looked ahead to the large bay window again, she saw something she hoped to never see again.

As she walked towards the white door of her bedroom, she hears distant gurgling. As if the sewers were backed up or the kitchen sink is clogged. Carefully twisting the knob, she was about to take a step out, but was immediately taken aback.

I have been counting the days ever since I heard the lousy news. I am ecstatic for her because it was her day to shine! (if she was dreading it then why is she happy) DING!! Blasted the bell above the door of the salon. The noise rang in me as we walked towards the woman behind the desk in the salon. “ Welcome!!” she exclaimed. “ Savannah will help you!” Hannah (and I) turned to see a tall, young, copper-haired women. The woman took said hi and took Hannah’s hand and lead her and her mom to the last chair on the left side of the small tattered house. Hannah sat in the chair and pulled me up and into a black, marble bowl behind the chair. She turned the tap on the bowl and the water blasted out of the nozzle I was soaked in the water- it was starting to burn. I could barely make out the woman pouring a sappy, white liquid into her hand. She rubbed the liquid on me. It cleaned me rubbing the oils and dirt off me while the water washed it in the sink and down the drain. Finally, it was all gone but she was pouring some more liquid into her hand. Here we go again. I thought. But it wasn't the first white, sappy liquid it was actually thriving and making me feel like I could do anything!!! It felt soo good and it was refreshing. I’ve never felt so good in my life! Finally, the woman pulled me out of the hot burning water and put a black towel over me blinding me from my

I was walking with sweat dripping down my forehead when I opened the squeaking door and started walking forward. “Yes! I will not be killed,” I thought when I saw the shiny gold scepter that he pointed at me when I walked in.

“Ok ,but this is my first mission as captain so I want to make it the best.” said Jack. It was noon

Every step took her deeper into a cave that might not give her back, took her farther from Ingham, even as she knew it was the only way

A little ways along the path, she came to another sign. It read, “Keep following this path to get to Gold and Silver Forest.”

She creeps down the stairs as slow as a slug, dreading the punishment. Surprisingly, when she told her mother the story, there was no tension between the two. Kollins ate dinner, pondering why her mother did not respond with anger in her voice. Later that night, she returned to her room, wrote her thoughts about the events that took place throughout the day. When she woke up the next morning, there was a peaceful presence flowing throughout her home.

Her sleep crusted eyes shot wide open and bitterness crept into her face as she told me to stay there while she quickly went upstairs. She called for me from the top most floor and when I reached there she explained that I would be spending the next 8 days in a cramped room in that floor

The door slowly opened, an old man in a dark cloak stood there, staring at her, his voice was grave: “Juliette, it is time… you shall be pure now, come with

She stopped short in front of the familiar wooden door. Raising a hand, she rapped gently three times before unlocking the door and pushing it open. The room was dark, saved for the soft glow of the moonlight that flooded in. The woman looked around the spacious room before her attention finally landed on the lonesome figure in a corner.