The Devil Went Down to Georgia

It’s mid-July and I am determined to experience something completely new and get out of my comfort zone one more time while I’m on vacation, and although up to this point I have gone out more that I should’ve and met new people that I would’ve never have talked to in my life, I’m glad I was able to do so. But that not the point of this story, let me get back on track. Many people don’t know that I have a cousin that is a year younger and looks exactly like me, it is kind of surreal to even look

Victoria met a trustworthy girl denominated Maria and they were so close friends. But Maria was just utilizing Victoria and to know all her questions and, to make fun of her later on behind her back without knowing. They all wanted to have fun so they went down to frozen dihydrogen skating rink, but Noe didn't know how to skate, so Victoria tough him and Maria wanted to verbally express something which she did she verbalized “he knows how to skate but, he just wants your avail Victoria” and she laughed

forgotten. No! god as my witness I will know his name! Some time passed after the boy's sacrifice to the machine. We were working as usual At the factory. As nothing had happened. I threw the metal in the furnace. Looking at the flames, as sweating went down my brow. It burned, it burned, and it burned. Watching out the metal bend and contort in strange inhuman shapes. Twisting, screaming, hissing. The metal calls out to me. It screams with the crackling of a fire. Then I see a face; gasping for help

The night of the ball was warm, and everyone was down in the ballroom, awaiting our arrival. The royal sisters of the Mid-Forest. It was a small kingdom in the heart of the Twisted Forest, otherwise known as the Mid-Forest. Ruby helped her sister rub on the blue dust, matching her eyes and lips. Together they joined hands and stepped down to the staircase of the ballroom. The entire room shared a gasp. They stepped down gracefully, careful not to fall in their shoes. As

Pictures can be powerful tools. With being universal, it allows many to interpret and be able to understand what is going on. Many pictures can speak so loudly without any words. Each and every one will interpret pictures different, but will be able to find the same underline cause. Some of the stronger images come from ones that are taken during or after a horrific event. Unfortunately, on June 12, 2016 there was a shooting in a nightclub that took a number of lives and change many more. The photos

he walked away I layed down in my bed playing with my teddy bear. My mom walked in the door and I smiled I gave her a big hug and she back to me. I looked at her face of disappointment “what's wrong” she gave me a gloomy look “it's just your father” . “what about him” I asked I saw the blood dripping from her hands but she had no cuts… what happened? She gave me a creepy look and her ear to ear smile as her blond hair glimmered in the light and blue eyes went black. I went from happiness to terror

whatever you wish,” Connie said, folding her arms. “We’ll talk to her. If we have any questions, we’ll contact you,” Detective Johnson said, writing down her address. +++ Tossing and turning, unable to sleep, remembering when she was a young girl, warm milk helped her fall asleep, Marlene went to the kitchen and prepared some, but tonight it didn’t help. Picking up her purse, she whispered, “I need some fresh air.” “Should I go with you

always go shopping together, it was our favorite thing to do together. June 14, 2010 was the last time I saw her. June 14 was the day everything went down, when part of me was lost. Julie went camping with her friends, the last thing I said to her was “close my door” right before that she had came to say goodbye to me because she was about to leave. She went to go say bye to our parents and then I heard the door slam. The whole night I felt something weird, I felt uncomfortable. I couldn’t sleep, I

several months, the police gave up. It appeared that the mystery would never be solved. But (intro) It all began with a simple phone call one night after dinner. “Joe,” my father hollered up the stairs,”it’s Jackie, and she sounds upset.” As I came down to pick the phone, I was not happy. I was tired and had looked forward to a nice quiet evening at home, not another stupid adventure with Jackie. Thirty minutes later, however, Jackie’s silver Mustang convertible swung into our driveway, and Jackie

“Hello, Sweetheart,” she said, as she poured another cup of coffee as he sat down at the counter beside her. “Sweetheart, my ass, I called you to have lunch with us and as usual your phone was off or the batteries needed charging. Why carry a phone if you don’t answer the damn thing?” “Sorry, I didn’t charge it last night, and left it on Mom’s counter when we came back from lunch.” Shrugging her shoulders, Marlene asked, “Where’s your father?” Sipping his coffee, Jerry said, “He’ll be in shortly