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It was dark. No city lights were visible from the forest trail; the only light source was the dim light of the crescent moon in the clear night sky. A lone hiker walked down the trail in the night. The trail was nothing but a pale brown streak that wound through the endless canopy of trees. Leaves glistened with droplets of water that shimmered in the silver moonlight. Water soaked earth soiled and froze one's feet with coarse sandpaper like dirt and icy water. All was quiet except for the constant

couldn’t see. She went to the left side of the bed and she put the knife right too her heart. Then a screamed happened and it wasn’t a girl voice. She just noticed that she killed the love of her life. The lady just looked a her. The lady sprinted to the door to go get the king. The princess threw the knife right in the ladies back. The princess didn’t know what to do. She killed the lady and the love of her life. After the princess stood there watching

strings attached. She 'd learned long ago not to deal with strings, they made things messy and undesirable, and it was far easier to trip over them than if one just dealt in truths or partial truths. It was on a Friday that Selina entered the heavy doors of Arkham Asylum, not as miss Selina Kyle seen occasionally on the arms of Gotham 's upper-class gentlemen or as the Catwoman who prowled Gotham 's streets at the nighttime hour, but as a miss Violet West -- new student and intern. She was dressed

2 years before I moved a couple states away. I had feared one day our love would fade but life made it clear that despite our time apart the love only grew. I pull up to their home and ring the door-bell. I was so anxious to see her beautiful face and amazing figure I could barely contain myself. The door slides open and there she is, more beauty than I had ever seen on any women, with lips full of life and eyes that could cut diamonds. We locked eyes and I stood frozen for I had no words. She is

I rushed out of my bedroom to greet my mom, my dad and my brother Eric when I heard the garage door open. When they entered the house my mom was talking. There was a sad tone in her voice. I ran back to the hallway and listened. “Are you sure this is what you really want to do?” My mom asked Eric. I wrinkled my forehead in confusion. My mom continued. “Don’t get me wrong, I think it’s great that you want to do this and all, but the Marine Reserves?” Asked my mom. “I’m sure” answered Eric.

He slid through the door silently, closing the door behind him gently. He raised his crossbow up to his shoulder, scanning each aisle, taking no chances on a stray walker coming upon him. All was clear. He grabbed a plastic bag from the front register and quickly started piling supplies

mom’s house and decided to leave my daughter in the car while I went in. This was the first miracle and probably the biggest of my story. I didn’t know that at that time that little decision was going to save her life. As I entered through the front door, I saw a man in the distance. I realized

It was a cold winter's night. The wind was whistling through the bare branches of the trees. The dead leaves were dancing noisily across pavements and all was still. That night I was walking down Old St.Paul's Road when the clouds started to build. I looked around as I huddled under a large, dead oak tree. I had noticed that almost all of the houses on this abandoned street were too badly damaged for us to take shelter in, except for one. Lightning split the night sky

activities available in Walcott, creates a recipe for a teenager striving to find some form of independence. For me, this freeing feeling came through my trips to the town library over the summer. One Tuesday afternoon, I headed out my creaky front door with my own personal library card in hand made me feel as if I was holding a passport to jet off to any country in the world. The black ink signature stood out like the sun on a clear day. The sloppy, yet somehow beautiful, scribble of my name looked

howling in the distant, Angel said to the men “Come on guys! This will make an amazing experience.” “I don’t know about this Angel” David replied with fear. Angel and Brian taunted David until he gave in. They got into the institution using the back door, and the first room they went for was room 154! As they were making their way to the room they heard a giggle, which sounded like it was from a little girl. David and Brian now wanted to leave, but Angel insisted they stay. When drawing near room