The Corridor

brother glaring down at her trying hold back a laugh. “You missed me again!” said Kaar. He couldn’t restrain himself any longer and spread his colorful wings as wide as they could go. The shrill cackling sound that followed echoed throughout the large corridor the catwalk was suspended in and annoyed Layla to no end. “Are you done yet?” she asked. Layla was back on her feet now and a single talon was tapping on the catwalk, a sure sign that her patience was running thin. She couldn’t help it, He drove

friend, it did not stop me from discovering my new year 10 class, only the nerves did. After I strolled my way through the school, the year 10 building stood right in front of me. I walked anxiously up the stairs and got a glimpse of the stretched corridor. When I attained the top floor where the year 10 classes were located, it

“No, sir” The man said, “It is not for free.” Endless mass of junk was stretched to either side of the stinking ally. I picked up the rusty old trophy which bore my name. The cold iron surface was visible from the craters in the gold paint. I scratched the surface and a large chunk of the fake golden paint fell to the land. The person manning the junk glowered at me. I shrugged and put the trophy back. “Do you know that this piece of junk has my name carved on it?” I asked, amused. The man was confounded

never die, and heal you whenever you get hurt. Ron and Tom arrived at the entrance to the tomb. They put on their packs filled to the brim with their gear. The map showed that there were four corridors leading to the podium holding the Crown of Life. Ron and Tom rolled over the boulder blocking the first corridor. They saw that there are tiles on the ground, and if you stepped on the wrong one, you would fall into a bottomless pit.

Mary split with Lovienthal and Steaks as they left the rooftop in search of Laura and Pamela. She wanted to inform them of the zombies breaching the creek, and to help gather the children because it looked imperative that they would be leaving the school immediately. Steaks and Lovienthal set off for the bus garage to get Albert. They both hoped that he, Johnny, and the McAllisters had made it farther along in their fortification of a couple of buses than what the time had allotted them

happened. The lights are completely off, it is dark outside, and the Panther House aid is gone. I check the clock in the administrative office and it says 4:48 PM. A chill runs up my spine as the school quickly drops in temperature. I look down the corridor and see a bright ball of light. A deep hum fills the room and the ball of light at the end of the hallway is zooming right towards me. I try to run but I am struck by the mysterious object. In a great deal of pain, I fall back and close my

whispered, his voice scratchy and breathless, his ears pinned against his neck, the left being ripped almost down to the base. "There 's not time to argue, but we 've gotta go!" The mare—Blue—frowned, cocking her head slightly as she glanced out to the corridor, then looking up to her window where the moon shone bright in the cloudless, star-lit sky. "Why? What 's wrong with—" "Look, do you trust me?" "Well, yeah. You know I do, Rip, but—" "If you trust me then shut up and follow my lead. We 've gotta

Craig shifted in his seat; the wooden chair was so uncomfortable. He was in a corridor, lined with identical chairs occupied by more young men of about his age. The corridor smelled like polish and floor cleaner, and was painted a dull grey and cream. A few feet away stood a tough looking soldier, immaculately dressed in a dark green uniform and carrying a large wooden cane. Every few minutes a light bulb hanging above a doorway would flash, a buzzer would sound and the soldier jabbed the man sitting

his hero; Steven wanted to take advantage of the opportunity. An hour and a half passed. Just when Steven was about to suggest they give up, the artist’s entrance door opened. A large man in a black suit announced, “Mr. Smith will see you now.” The corridor to the dressing room was barely wide enough to accommodate one person standing in the middle. The security guard instructed the group to form a single-file line against one wall. “We can only let in two at a time. The room is small,” he said. Steven’s

Hellene took the keys by the tips of her fingers, making sure not to brush against the peeling skin of the guard. “Thank you,” she mouthed as she squeezed past them. She scurried down the stairs, her feet turning a bit bluer with each step as she descended. All that while, the cries of the baby lingered around her ears, so that she was no longer sure if a baby really was crying, or if she was just remembering the sound of it. She knew full well about her mother’s cape, spies told her of their every