Thirty minutes later they parted through impatient crowds working their way to the main square of the fairgrounds. That was where the firework show was set up. It was getting dark already and the bright lights of the fair were on and lighting the way to each and every attraction. All except for the place Brayden was dragging her to. Despite her promises to him, she was getting dangerously nervous as they got to the back areas of the fair, especially this soon after dusk. “Where are we going?” Veronica asked. “I saw the sign, mom. It’s right back here. All my friends went through it last year. They said it’s the best.” Brayden dragged her through several more turn, getting closer and closer to the back of the fair as they went. Veronica’s deepest …show more content…
He pulled as tight as he could, Veronica gritting her teeth tight as he did. “Let’s go,” Veronica said. She pulled her gun with her left hand. It felt unnatural and shaky, but it was the best she could do. They walked to the end of the room and went through the door there. It was like the Spooky Maze all over again, minus the mirrors. Corridor led to corridor. Room led to room. As they went, they found more bodies strewn about or posed just as grotesquely in the rooms and hallways. They entered a small room finally that had a fire exit sign above the end door. Next to it was a white, opaque window. A scream, high and piercing, rings out. Blood splashed the window from the opposite side. Brayden trembled beside Veronica. They stood stock still as they heard the sound of an axe scraping the ground, dragging away from them. Veronica leaned down as far as she could without toppling over. Her body was getting weaker by the second. She put her lips to Brayden’s ear. “When I tell you to, you go through that door and find Martinez. You get him back here.” “I don’t want you to stay, mom.” He sounded nearly in a panic. “Please come with me.” She kissed his cheek. “I have a duty. He can’t keep doing this. I love
They revealed headless humans hung on chains and innumerous distorted faces. The sound of something similar to that of a disembodied spirit could be heard from all angles. I wasn't nearly as frightened as my sister, though, so I made it my sole responsibility to protect her. "We're going to make it out of here and then you won't have to come back any more." The vehicle turned yet another corner and we came to a standstill with the ancient concrete wall.
*Emma ran down the halls, searching stairways, the cafeteria, and classrooms before finding Grace crying in a bathroom*
She looked at the convention agenda. There were so many exciting events planned. There was a singing/acting workshop, and later there was going to be a meet and greet with the cast of Wicked. But what Lana looked forward to the most was the karaoke event, which was right up next. Not wanting to be late to the event, she took out her map of the convention and rushed to the location.
“So did I help?” Logan pulled Veronica close by her waist, clasping his hands around her
His voice cracks with emotion. He stops, clears his throat, takes a breath, and continues. “But that’s what I want and I could see why it might not be what you want. So I just wanted to tell you that I understand if you go. It’s okay if you have to leave us.
He knocked his head against hers, resulting in an angry glare and a slight headache for the both of them. “I’m not going anywhere, and that’s a promise. There’s nothing in this world that will make me regret raising this child with you.”
Her throat was constricted. Blood was pounding in her ears. Every muscle feeling strained. “Where is she?” Vivienne retorted.
“My picture’s on here, but it looks photoshopped. I take it that’s so we get through check in. How did that guy even have time to do this?”
"Kellin!" Vic screamed as he quietly swung the door open. I'm sure he expected me to be changing or in the shower, but instead he found me hunched over a toilet bowl emptying my stomach. Great. "Kells, w-what the hell! Stop!
Allie had not known the event was going to be so large, she wished she had worn the other gown, the one she made for the upcoming May Day Ball. She grabbed her cousin Eli’s arm, wondering where they went from there- there did not appear to be a clear path to go inside- she wondered if they’d spend the entire event standing there in the yard. Shortly, a footman arrived and told them to follow him. They followed him along the portico to the double front doors- he led them inside to the foyer, and then told them to wait there a moment. After what seemed an hour to Allie, but was probably only a few minutes, he returned and led them through to the
The phone rang twice now, and the lean figure of the half naked man sprawled on the plush queen size bed finally groans. It's a classical one, D Major, one to sooth a lover of fine music. He's not a lover of such music, however, he's into blues and jazz, but it didn't escape him the wish to strangle the person who put that tune on his phone. How he wish it meant as a joke. The person who customize the tune clearly wants to piss him off.
For my first piece of original writing I intend to create a piece primarily written for entertainment however, I also want to portray an interest into historical and political persuasions. I aim to write this piece for an audience of teenagers to young adult who are aged from around fifteen to twenty-five and are male, I also wish to identify with those interested in political thrillers within this age range. The genre of which shall be a short fiction story consisting chiefly of narrative and written in the third person. I picture this piece as being one of a collection of short stories concerned with the political-thriller fiction sub-genre. Despite being a fiction text I aim to tie in real world non-fiction.
We just arrived at the hottest new club in all of Quebec. The bouncer, a horizontally challenged man, named Tiny took a very quick glance at my "I.D." then at me and then ushered me into the Iceberg Lounge. I was followed by Troy, Zach, Kyle and Jessie. "I can't believe those fake I'D's worked!" I exclaimed to the group.
He pulled back but stilled held me. “Erik you have nothing to apologize and if you forgive I promise you never to do this again.”
Taking a creative writing class was a good way for me to express my thoughts and feelings onto paper, as well as read my other classmates stories. Reading stories created by other people lead me into their mind brain to experience what type of writer they were, it was an overall exquisite class. I believe that every person has a way of expressing who they are through writing stories of their own, fiction is the best way to express your creative imagination. This class that I took for two years helped me become a better writer and helped me understand the types of writers we have.