Cherish
The heavy clomp walking sound that came from deep inside of the forest. He wishes he had never heard it. He wishes he could just pretend nothing is happening. It stops not too far from him, but all he can hear is his heartbeat thumping so hard within his chest. He can see the size of that thing just by the shake it makes when it is walking out of the forest. He ran, as fast as he can. He didn’t stop even those branches on the ground hurt his feet so much. He can hear it gets closer, he knows he is going to be overtaken. He closed his eyes and ready to turn around.
“ Scott! Scott! It’s 11:45”, speaking with a voice that has suddenly come into his mind and wake him up. He open his eyes and see his mom is standing by the door. “We need to talk!” told by his mom. “ Yeah, maybe later” told by the son with a perfunctory voice and he slams the door right to her face. The mom looks helplessly to the door with her red eyes and walk back to her room. The quarrel sound came out from inside of the door immediately after his mom close the door. The room fills with crying, bellowing and anger. He can always hear those sounds from across the hall, he knew his mom is going to talk him about this and his choice. He thinks he can escape it. He thinks it will fine if he ignore it, just like usual. He put on the headphone and turn it loud enough to cover all the sounds from outside.
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In the dream he was that little boy who was having nightmares about the “lamp monster” and waking up in tears. His mom will always come and coax him back to sleep. He was that little boy who relied on his mom so much and anxiety when his mom was late for picking him up after the first day of kindergarten. All the scenes were flashback in his
Now quietly moving through the dense undergrowth. It seems this forest floor has been traveled many times. Spotting two small hunting cabins in a clearing a few hundred yards away. He scans the area, looking for any movement. A large ...
Rainsford was running through the forest he didn’t know what he would do next. He was proud of himself, but scared the general would be coming at him hard. He knew that the dogs would be chasing after him also. It was night and he could hardly see thing.
As he falls into a silent shell, filled with visions of killing his mom. He struggles desperately with the haunting truth. Reaching deep into his self he musters enough courage to go on.
But just as she made it to the clearing and could hear a voice coming from the gruesomely life-like tree… Stirring with shock, she immediately turned on her bedside lamp and began writing in her journal. Somehow she must find this person. She quickly decided that she would look for any sign of him tomorrow. But for now, she must return to her dreams and try to get some foresight into who he is.
A shrill scream is heard on the other side of the apartment. Jun almost ignores the sound, but thuds against the wall and bottles falling into a tub follows the scream. Jun pauses the movie he’s watching, grabs his bat next to his bedroom door, and heads into the hallway. Another scream is heard, causing Jun to jump and almost knock pictures off the wall. Jun walks to the other side of the apartment, where Tao and Kris lives, holding the bat close to his chest. A shriek is heard from the bathroom and Jun cautiously makes his way to Tao and Kris’ bathroom. Jun sees light under the bathroom door and hears music playing. Once he’s outside the bathroom, he takes a deep breath and steady’s the bat in his left hand. Jun slams the door open, completely
Kael ran. He pumped his legs willing them to go faster. Chin tucked against his chest, a handkerchief tied around his mouth and nose he sprinted, his feet pounding across the dry, desiccated land, cutting his way through the howling wind. Even with all his tireless training he was feeling the strain of the toxic fumes. Fire raged through his lungs spreading burning heat through his limbs and muscles, threatening to consume his entire body.
Mark lay in his bed at night and he noticed the fast movements in his room. There seemed to be a dark female presence that hovered around his bed and around the room. It was like a dream but he knew there was something eerie about this dark presence. He tried to force himself to sleep but many thoughts sprung through his mind. "What was this surreal feeling that has come over me?''
It was a eerily cold night. The storm ripped at the sailor's face. The wind and sea howled almost calling for a soul on the ship to join those already lost in the sea. the crew ran to and from tying cargo down. the ship tossed like a toy boat in a pond and passengers stuggled to stand as their vessel rocked back and forth.
Breath, taken for granted every second of everyday. It just happens, breathe in breathe out. Anything can be taken away in an instant. Eka a twenty three year old student has his first vacation since he started college to become a tectonic plate scientist. With his mother, papa, two sisters, and a newborn baby boy.
Nothing came his hand felt numb, he was frozen with fear and didn’t want to open his eyes until the fear let its hands off his head. His eyes were rock solid and didn’t want him to see what they saw. Everything in his body was rock solid and felt cold, cold from all the fear that had taken ove...
Dawn. Dawn broke slowly over the icy, frostbitten mountains that surrounded the city. The golden streaks waving goodbye to the sordid darkness of the shadows. The orange blazing ball raised it’s head just above the horizon. The city stood there like a cold, arctic slab of washed out grey iron.
The land was dead, and he was a specter as his bloody white form crept from the border. His solid hooves lightly kissed the ground with each careful step. He was thankful that his colors, obnoxiously flashy as they were, did not absorb much heat as it was a hot summer day and the sun beat down relentlessly from its throne in the sky. Its rays filtered down through the foliage of Deephaven, warming his skin, and he avoided patches where the leaves did not provide sufficient shade. The stallion was in no hurry to speed this affair and expend his energy, as shown by his cautious gait.
The Swamp Footsteps slowly creaked on every step of the stairs. the bedroom door handle turned slowly. ”it's all ogre now” a strange voice said. Suddenly it began to smell like onions. i instantly sprinted under the bed.
Sitting in a classroom with about twenty kids taking notes on how to properly write is one of the earliest memories I can recall in school. My hand aching as the chalkboard seemingly stretched infinitely, and all the other kids finishing before me. According to my parents, I was a lively child, I could pass all day jumping, singing, or playing with my friends, to the point where my parents decided to put that energy to good use. At the age of 1 year old, I began my academic journey in Pre-Kindergarten. I was born in the Dominican Republic where education laws did not restrict the age of a child to start school or wasn’t enforced before my generation.
It seems he has brief moments of clarity and fits of anger, then lapse back to a quiet period of tranquility. It is as though he is listening to a voice calling and speaking to him and he wants to hear more. Taken over with a renewed vigor he pours out the notes before him, possessing the very thing he was afraid of, losing his hearing. With determination he fought to listen to the still small voice within that was leading him where he not only wanted but had to go.