The sun was slowly rising over the horizon, drying the lands after the torrential rains the night before. There was a run down house in a field that had holes in the roof. Left over rain water was dripping into the cold shack as Ryan slept fitfully on the floor in a corner of the room, away from the water.
As the sun rose, it started shining in his closed eyes, waking Ryan up from a horrible, sleepless night. He uncovered himself, stood, stretched then sighed. He looked around his sad looking home. There wasn't much there. He had brown, faded carpet. A table that wobbled. Two chairs, one of which only had three legs. The wallpaper was peeling off the walls. The windows had no curtains and one window was stuck open.
All in all, it was a sad
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When he had passed by his broken window while cleaning, he had felt the icy cold wind that flowed through and he was NOT happy about that! That meant snow was coming and he was nowhere near prepared.
He tied his shoes then walked out of his home and started the long walk to the store, silently wondering if anyone really cared about him out there because at this very moment, it seemed as if life wasn't worth living anymore.
While the Retired Army General was walking and thinking if he should have brought his walking cane or not, a young boy of about maybe 9 years old by the name of Joshua Carmichael was sneaking around a small grocery store, looking for food he could take. He walked around, acting like he was looking to buy something for a good two hours so as to not raise attention to
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I'm sorry sport, I will remember next time, ok? See officers, a reasonable explanation. Now, may we go so we can shop and get home before the coming storms?"
The two cops watched the two shop lifters with annoyance, knowing they had no evidence. Just as they were going to speak, another alarm went off and they both ran off to catch a couple of thieves who were running with some steaks. Ryan and Josh both watched in amazement as they both got away with their lie.
Ryan suddenly groaned out in slight pain, making Josh look at him in worry. He leaned against the wall and rubbed his leg, wishing he had brought his cane with him so he could have taken off the fake for relief. He then reached up and rubbed his throat, knowing he had spoken too much already today but needed to speak a bit more if he never wanted to lose his voice completely.
"Alright little one, I am going to take you to my home so we may speak more so let's roll out"
He said, pushing himself off the wall and limping away a few steps before stopping, not hearing the boy behind him. He turned around and frowned in confusion at the boy's look of complete shock and excitement. Josh's eyes were wide and he had a huge smile on his
The night was tempestuous and my emotions were subtle, like the flame upon a torch. They blew out at the same time that my sense of tranquility dispersed, as if the winds had simply come and gone. The shrill scream of a young girl ricocheted off the walls and for a few brief seconds, it was the only sound that I could hear. It was then that the waves of turmoil commenced to crash upon me. It seemed as though every last one of my senses were succumbed to disperse from my reach completely. As everything blurred, I could just barely make out the slam of a door from somewhere alongside me and soon, the only thing that was left in its place was an ominous silence.
It's Nine Eleven, and the sun is just starting to come up. Everyone in town are at the Twin Towers. The planes just crashed into the buildings, and now the Twin Towers are on fire. The people from the fire station aren't for sure if they can put it out. The fire was pretty big. There were pieces of the building flying everywhere, and it was on fire!
“GET AWAY!”, Eleven screamed as the scientists were getting closer and closer to her. Ever since Eleven was a kid, she knew she wasn’t normal, but she didn’t realize she was this abnormal. She didn’t know what was so special about her that scientist would want to keep her in a cell. After several days, she was furious at the scientists so she screeched so loud that the lights flickered, the windows shattered, and the guards dropped dead. Before the police were contacted she fled. Without hesitation, she ran until she found Mike, a boy that looked about the same age as her.
SQUEEEKK! The police car skidded across the side of the road, leaving a swiveling trail of black marks in its tracks. “Stop right where you are!” A deep officer’s voice shouted out the car window. Melanie and Henry’s faces turned red as a tomato.
The first thing that was displayed on the screen that read Bryan's thoughts was a strange place. It seemed blurry at first, but the image cleared up as he thought more profoundly of the memory. It showed a strange place that seemed a bit too violent for humans to inhabit it, which meant it had to be an abstract memory or a different dimension. Wendy knew about alternate dimensions because she had studied about them in college. She knew right away that it looked a bit too... fiery for human life to flourish on here.
A long time ago in a jungle Houston, Jake, Harrison , and Little Red Riding Hood were walking to go see their friend. They were traveling for a while before they saw anything living. Harrison started to get creeped out he thought to himself as he shivered in fear, “ man why are we out here?” Houston then yelled at him to speed up and Harrison said softly
Snow sprayed the windows with a layer of ice so thin, it appeared like glass. The weather brought frigid cold that chilled to the bone. My friends and I sat inside staying as close to the fireplace as possible. As the evening went on, we all got restless, wanting to go into the cold of the night. So, the three of us bundled up in many layers and waddled outside, looking like penguins, in the bitter cold.
The rain cried as if the heavens had torn apart and came down to Earth to show its sorrow, beating a gentle yet violent tattoo on the roof. The cool breeze blew fiercely through the shelter sending a shiver down Liesel’s spine, awakening her from her slumber. She peered through the rotten sheet of linen that barely covered her shrivelled, thin body as the sound of little feet and nibbling rustled through her ears. Not of the children, but of mice, eating their way through her pillow; an empty potato bag. She heaved herself up, and staggered off the cement floor, wondering if it was wet or stone cold. Her head spun as she stood for a minute leaning against the mouldy walls to get her orientation back.
“Class, this is Syl Clairen,” Mrs. Jyley introduces the tall, chestnut haired girl standing at the front of the class. “Say ‘hi’ Syl.”
A cool Autumn breeze swept through Alex's hair. She strolled past her neighbors' house until something stopped her in her tracks. Her house was engulfed in flames. She ran up to her neighbors' driveway and knocked on the door. Tears started to stream down her cheeks. Mrs. Robins opened the door and asked in a sweet voice, "What's wrong, dear?"
She sat there silently, taking in the chaos that surrounded her. Her village now in smoldering ruins as the sun came up. She sat amongst the rubble, covered in sweat and soot, still numb from what she experienced the night before. It happened so quickly there was no time to react. The marauders came late and in such force, there was no time to do anything and nowhere to run. All around her in the darkness, she could hear the cries of her people and the maniacal laughter of the warring tribesman who had come to kill them all without any thought of mercy.
Had he known what would happen, he might have done. something else. Instead, he followed his dull routine, as if all the days in the world are still to come. He remembered promising his family to move to a larger house and give them a better life. But now.
“Do you hear that?” whispered Ethan, suddenly afraid. I did. Someone was coming up the stairs.
Suddenly, I snapped awake. It really was the day of my party, and it really was pouring down rain outside. I trudged out of my room and had breakfast, all the while staring gloomily at the storm raging outside.
“Hey! Don’t be an infant”, I said, as he stood up and started walking towards the hallway.