On 666 Lucifer Street is the perfect house for you.The exterior of this house will amaze you. The deep, dark, and misty woods will make you feel squeamish just as there are spiders crawling up and down your back. The vines that spring up and down the cement walls will grasp irregular visitors if you get too close. The heavy wooden door is rotted to pieces but that's exactly how you want it, right? The dark spots that you down from the windows smell delightful and really make the house irresistible to have. The board up windows show how that windows have been broken off and never replaced it's a wonderful thing because it makes the inside even more dark and frightening. This exterior is by far the best
Saint Basil Cathedral is a beautiful and huge building and I would love to see. The Cathedral standing high with its detail in beauty is alone neat. Colorful not just with its beauty but has a colorful history as well. This is a place that one day I hope to visit and explore not just in books and on line. This building’s creator was Ivan the forth, also known as “Ivan the Terrible.” The original name is actually Cathedral of Vasily the Blessed. It is also known as Cathedral of the Intercession of the most holy Theotokos on the Moat, by the people of Russia. In English it is known as Pokrovsky Cathedral. It was constructed in 1555-1561 by Ivan the 4th. It was the city’s tallest building until the completion of Ivan the Great Bell Tower
Although there were many other things to worry about as I transported my flock, my mind still drifted to the merchant's daughter. The dark night sky gave my memory time to fade into familiar sounds and colors that made my recollection of that day clear and vivid.
Their legs ached as they forced themselves to keep walking down the same steep dirt road they had been walking for the last three hours.
No time. He stashed the old rowboat under the aged willow tree where he found it two days before. The blood soaked running suit went into a one Dumpster the gloves into another. He knew the schedule. By 10 AM, they would both be in the landfill. Good luck on finding them.
Jocelyn was driving through a wooded section of highway. Lightning flashed, thunder roared, the sky went dark in the downpour.
Being human is given,but keeping our humanity is a choice. Beat, damaged, and suffering the Germans were malevolent, rancorous, and acrimonious. ”Daisies, the wild ones that are found stuck into the cold white funeral wreaths” (Holczer). Death, that's what many children and their parents were facing. Confused and frightened these children not knowing what was going on.
In the bright early morning, the sun shone in on the white marble pillars and the stone floor was bleached white with light. In the throne room all the gods had left to do their duties to the mortals. Zeus and Poseidon though remained sitting on golden thrones high up above the ground.
Immersed in a labyrinth of timbers sat a house. Not a soul dared to venture near the decaying exterior, but the one who claimed the eerie dwelling as their own. Some accused the owner of witchcraft, believing a home that demented could not exist without the aid of the supernatural. Most were too petrified to believe in such fantasy, blaming the lethargy and peculiarities of the resident for such an abomination of a home.
I turn around, the unsettling feeling of something following dawns on me. A wave of mist rushes over to me and blurs my vision. Crows cackle into the dark night and I’m suddenly aware of how alone I am. I start running, the fear of a creature lurking in the forest is my worst enemy. Constantly looking over my shoulder, expecting to see a monster staring into my soul. A light suddenly shines onto me and I am illuminated in the dark surroundings. Startled and confused I back away from the spotlight, thrown into complete darkness again. The light is being thrown around the forest, hungry for a living being. I crouch behind some bramble and hope the light disappears.
We’ve let out more sweat than we ever have before. Off in the distance we see trees, and where there's trees there's water. Every step felt like we lost a part of our body. When we finally make it to the trees we saw three trailers and a small, covered porch. We approach it not knowing what or who could be in there. We find stale oatmeal, cans of beans, beer and jerky so old it's turned white. We may be able to stay alive for two weeks with this. Everything out here is horrible, I don’t know how anything could live like this but it’s not normal, no animal or human being should have to live in this kind of heat.
It was the first hot and humid day of July this month, so my friends Craig Verflixt, Kenny McCarthy, and myself decided that it was a great day to take a bike ride on the Adirondack Mountain path. Although I like to go bike riding, I haven’t had the time to go lately, and had no one to go with. Since it was the beginning of summer, school had ended, and I could go ride with my two best friends. We all lived in upstate New York outside of Buffalo. Kenny and Craig lived a few blocks away from me. I remembered my mom telling us to bring our GPS and all have our cell phones in case of an emergency. Now, I am glad we did bring our devices.
Walking into the church nursery that Sunday, I didn’t expect anything to be out of the ordinary; I just had to make sure there were no kids left and clean up the toys laying on the floor before locking it up for the week. Looking around, I noticed that there were no toys out of place, which I thought was unusual. The kids almost always leave a mess. I started to leave, but then I heard a noise, so I turned around, expecting one of the kids to jump out, shouting, “BOO!” But instead of a child, I saw a small Jack in the box, one that had been broken for a long time. No matter how much you wound it, the Jack wouldn’t pop up. It didn’t even play music anymore. How had I not seen that before?
Then a voice called from the room that had just been given a new door.
Just across the park is a Cemetery. Every night when the park closes, the Cemetery would mysteriously open its gates whenever the clock hits nine. At that time, a storm of clouds cast a dark shadow on the Cemetery. A dimly lit shade of red coming from the moon would also cast itself onto the clouds and area as a whole. When the clock hits ten, screams of the dead can be heard coming from each individual grave stone. The ground will also begin to heat it, as the pavement’s boiling grounds are reminiscent of the fiery pits of hell. Suddenly as the clock hits eleven, blood oozes from the ground along with bones and skin decayed from time. Then the cloud begins to squeeze hot, boiling blood out creating and endless precipitation of bloody that
When I was a child I used to be frightened of entering such a place for it seemed so imposing and somewhat dangerous, especially when music was being played. One day, in order to keep a promise I had made, I saw myself forced to enter. It took me quite a while to get the courage to pass through the old oak door, but the moment I stepped in, I realized just how enchanting and breathtaking this building could be. Its fantastic architecture and exquisite frescoes reflect perfectly the unity between this earth and the unseen kingdom of angels in such a manner that one cannot say where one ends and the other begins. The way in which the church was built is also the vivid testimony of a medieval period. Although it is a place that can sometimes be cold and ask for respect it is where prayers are answered and magic is done. An overwhelming feeling of inner harmony takes over you once you enter and God seems much closer. Darkness and light are welded perfectly together creating Redemption’s house. The tower allows you to see the entire town from the smallest river to the biggest building site, offering you its mightiness.